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yo city want admit dat
Hold up eight mixtapes in
Still um goin in ten plus videos
And hits from back den
I can go way back
Talkin golds and big pants

...
Boredom and loneliness it just got the best of me
Sitting in my room all by myself for weeks with no company
I got tired of waiting, So tonight, I did

Ain't paying off
I was in the kitchen pre covid
Three different jobs
Now I'm at a school
Waking up, need three alarms
Know this redbone
That reminds me

chivalry’s no longer lost
And the women and the trans have started feeling safe
Communities got their own currencies through the Chain
Cities open sourced

40 On my hip say what's the issue
If my niggas get in some shit I'm the one they go to
I been minding my own business do I even know you
I been hopping

of you and me
And when I’m lost I trace that boundary 
Find you in a crowded street 
On the hundredth floor 
I always to catch you by the window 
Our land,

night 
In that moment I lost all my might
And the moment we met I hated you because I loved you
I felt drawn to you in a way
I’d never experienced before

washing the sheets again
These dreams are they gonna end don't think so
I'm feeling lost in the world
What you want
Time, on my side
In rotation pass

diagnosis
That was followed by thirteen days of cocaine psychosis
I had a gun put in my mouth in Lake Worth
10th Ave. North
I was there coppin' later that day

leave me alone I run wit the meek 
Bought my lil Bae a new jeep been in the studi for weeks
Taylors massage 
Who new that running your city was hard

Been a nigga that's been all about this drip got my foot on a neck sippin Pinot with a bank roll
Dade county nigga doing donuts in a drop
Burna by my

to death
Even though you don’t pay me respect
I was lost in the cold I put that on my neck
Now I’m back and I’m better I’m ready to flex ay
You don’t really

throwing the money you owe
(Graaa Yea)
When I get booked for a show
I’m dripping in style you can see by my toe
Cashed out on dior dior
I’m bringing

Feels Alot Like Low Flying Planes In New York City
Where I'm From, Routine Traffic Stops, Are More Like MineFields
Any Wrong Move, Could Very Well Mean

I'm gon' be
Back on my grind, back on these beats
Cause I could never be a nigga that had it
Lost it, and end up back in these streets
Nuh-uh, so it's

Yeah
Hold on
Twist a raw and It's time to get busy
My Neck & my wrist looking Pissy
Tr3 Taylor, Man of My People & Key to the City
My wifey she

Dirty money in the hood we gotta eat
So they selling by the week
Everybody strapped it's like a key
If the feds pull up everybody quiet
Nobody speak
When

To double the profit
2018 I lost everything
But I got it right back
2019 got it times 3
And that shits no cap
Punch in when its night out
When I leave

offed
Even if you aren't privy
To your country's history
You're getting lost
That's the world that we're living in
Count dead president heads all you want

about it
Marlborough Sun about it
All that stuff in me
I don’t like to think
Hate being sober 
I want this shit over 
I want this shit over 


Frame by

bad bitches up in Fendi
Rocking the Gucci sign cause its trendy
Building up cash flow in my city
We see the ops firing til its empty
Don't see the stop

cannot even say things
Overwhelmed by the second, soaked in depression
I never ever wanna be a lesson
But my best is never good enough, I keep effin up
I

on my tongue, now she just can't wait to taste it
There's no top five in my city, I'm the greatest
I'm blessed but I'm gutter, I guess that I'm good

was 18 touched my first 50 racks
Went broke plenty times still made it back
Ain't safe in my city keep a 30 on my lap
Love my brother ZR imma put him in