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that
Get down like James Brown I'm gunning that
You lil nigga I'm son in that
Debo in ya ant no fun in that

You get down you lay down you stay down
Even

bluffing ya
Ain't getting no money
I call up my lil foreign
Tell that hoe I need company
She pregnant with ya seed
So I'm rubbing her tummy
Yea I

of healing
Listen up
Express what you're feeling
Fuck aint that the truth
I've been used just as much as you
No matter how perfect your life is
We all get

the knowledge

Speak to be honest
Heat from the sauna
Deep in the noggin
Reason to prosper
Demons I conquered
Streamin' like water
Leak like a faucet fine lil

crazy
When I should just kiss u
Actin all tough when I know I'm gonna miss u
Shits hella simple but you know I mean it
Ignoring my boundaries and acting

long enough
I dun slept on homeless bunks
Ramen noodle for my lunch
Smoked weed, that stunk
Chi-town native where you couldn't be a punk
In my own lane

hard to believe that
(they can) Be humane I mean that
(crazy) People I see that
(okay) Better repeat that

Anyone see that? (fake shit)
Lil gangstas

see my 40 smoke
Cause I’ll lay a nigguh down by they front door
You hood hoppin ass nigguh, can’t speak on the next nigguh
You gossip like a bitch you's

a bitch and she left as fast as she can
Like why you gotta thug on me why you flexing on the gram
I thought it was all love for me but I guess that wasn't

ice on my hands
Shooting at your feet and I'm making you dance
This year's taught me how to cope when stuff doesn't go to plan
Feel like I woke up out

my behavior
Every night I say my prayers
Cause I know his path is greater
I can see his vision for me
Changing the test into a testimony
Teach you not

that
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it, Miss

'm gon' blow
To the crazy, hit his body, make his dumb ass hit the floor
Hold on, wait
Bitch, don't act like you don't know
I wanna kill him with a lil

His mama named him Dante
His pops called him Lil Dee
Growing up they ain't have it
Pops making plays in the streets
I'm talking six feet deep why my

why would I lie?
He pissed off and want to drive by, get fully's more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that nigga hopped right back on live 
Like

the shit, but 
By ya 
Piss poor decisions you lame
Unh
Switching my 
Lenses cuz I don't respect what I 
See through these 
Frames unh 

Don't get mad at me

the distance
Old times swear I fucking miss them
Light up burn 'em to a crisp yeah
I can't believe what they say
Why they overcomplicate?
Now I'm just living in

See the stakes high though I'm an unpopular name 
I still let the stakes fly up into Dracula veins 
By the time you summarize your the chapter 'll

This a whole nutha level lil nigga
Step it up yea I'm dancing to this one
Want yo bitch then you betta come get ha
Cause she like how I'm rocking to this

and you know I don’t miss
Nah nah
I’m too legit
Tell me who really gon do it like this?
Nah nah
Straight off the rip
I can’t go
I’m in the studio locked in

on the play if he talking the right price 
Plug got Runt prices higher then a Jet pipe 
So this what chu want if you wan get the best high
I'm popping shit

earned

Meeting my future wife, hand me a tissue
The first time she whispered, I love you, I miss you
Thoughts of the love and the life we were building

and every night
You a think I have to prick my finger
Never showing my hand like a bookie
Been destined like my name was slevin lil cuz just showed me some

flame, cuz I'm sick of waiting
Need a lil shit for the big paper
(Money count, money count goin up and up and down I just)
All these fucking problems I got