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with me, baby
From NY to LA, I've been smokin' that fire
Frequent flyer, round my miles so you know I get higher
Had that Indiana homegrown loud as fuck

Do she love me yes maybe not I don't know
You ain't need me then now you blowing my phone
No time for these games baby you know that we grown
I can't

here, all night
I had my eye on you all (all), all (all), night, yeah

Fuck all the bullshit, plug Imma pull it
We getting lit tonight
If you a bad bitch

Big steps, Jurassic, juice gotta have it
I mean it's automatic to get up and chase that cash
Secure the big bag, and property is the only way that we

go to cancun
Don't get clingy when I rub yuh bunny belly
Attune and swoon when the roads get bumpy
Fuck with a G and get your punani strewn n floppy
By

top, super head
You woulda thought I was working with 12
Cause you know that I'm going fed
The game been calling my name
I see that it's hanging on by

I'm feelin this beat, got me hyped up
This life chose me, I ain't sign up
Like an NFL game, I'm mic'd up
I was the one that they lied to
Now I'm

hate, fakers gonna fake
Players finna play, rappers finna rap
Just because one wants me to stop
Doesn't mean I'ma do it, bitch, bite your tongue before

can get the knife, on my hip that's displayed/
For these bitch made, pussies who get filleted with switch blades/
And if you diss, I won't be pissed

i kinda waste it
Everybody looking at me strange like a facelift
I don't give a fuck if i'm insane it
Be like that when i'm off the meds, it's every

you were the bitch
So I had to do some growing up 
Girl men are trash
Coz you force us to the Dumpster 
I ain't really mad
I've been recycled by

yin’ eintlek
Lyricist of the year
Eintlek yini uyazilwela
Or are you that dude that I screwed by saying
You’re not due a beautiful boo who’s cool
With

like a pigeon
In love with the money I got an addiction
Hey Hey Go hit the bank
Hang by my lonely I’m smoking that dank
Rolled too many J’s I think I

It's a big city, yeah, it's a big city, don't get double-tapped
I'm feeling self-made, I don't give a fuck what the rest say
Didn't wanna see me win,

not
Thе one that you need
I fuck around and break your heart
Am too caught up in these street girls

Ring, ring, ring, ring
Do you hear me callin'
Hear

the pressure
Computer science class at 11 A.M.
But I don't fuck with binary, so call me they/them, bitch
I'm working on my grades, y'all still working

cocaine’s the reason that I will never marry a white bitch, what cause a tragic death was an effect from that nice hit. A lot of you wack rappers swore I

know that bullet hurt him
Man I still hear him scream and that shit is still unnerving
But back to the raps cause my listeners deserve it

Never had

at the end of the day, I do what I gotta do so you know I commit sins
Did it all by myself so why the fuck would I be wanting new friends
Generational wealth,

a name, I put my lil finger on the trigger let that bitch spray (Brr)
He was 17 outta 40 niggas that I dropped by the end of the day (Yeesh)
I ain't got

after

Livin' backwards, I'm wishin' that I could after
Nothin' real, I'm surrounded by good actors I get real active
When it come to what I stand for

blow and it's back to the biz
No I won't stop on my grind when Imma get rich
She wanna come fuck with the wiz
We blowing smoke yea that's how I live
I'll

Don't even got an attitude but claimin to be rude
Finally I send those claimin to be foes
To that other level, you can't fuck with the devil

[Chorus: Mr.

You ain't me
So you shouldn't be talking for me
I'm from the forty
So you know I keep the forty on me
Lotta bands
Had to get it by my doly
I done did