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They say this world was manifested by a fucking god
Then why am I failure my life is just facade
If you hear me god I'm calling you from abroad

have to start rappin' now
I done played wit you bitches enough
All that shit you do wit yo pussy don't put that shit on me
Bitch you the only one who

and you don't even have to say shit
I'm just being honest
Only focused on the picture, never on the comments
You can have my heart, or we can split that

She has been going through texts
She has been feeling my flex
She don't know what to do next 'cause she be feeling someway not the best
You know I

mistakes turned sacrifices to change
Put pain into my songs
Stayed honest when they were fake 
Gunfire is normal in the hills I was raised
I banged my head

to look them right in the eye when they say you can't do it and say I'll be back. You will remember my name. I promise you.
Let that be the fuel you. That

Six at the most
I do funerals mostly
There weren't any weddings at all last year
And I have christened anyone in such a long time
The font is now where

Sir Manson i stab a lot have a quick look at my basket shot cancerous you bitches see me scandalous
Like my ball sack all you do is hang on a tree in

things I did
If I'm being honest
I done did some heinous shit
Praying might not make a difference
Even if I stare at scriptures
Touch the Bible with my

years by His grace, I avoided gangs and The drugs
And the fornication, and gave Out disease and babes
Outta wedlocks, the girls on the Block was sobbin'

She has been going through texts
She has been feeling my flex
She don't know what to do next 'cause she be feeling someway not the best
You know I

hoped by letting you in, you’d never want to be me
But that was just naïve, caught me crushing coke on a CD
I had just started high school, and it only

we're winning, ain't never gon' end this is only beginning,
Nobody gon' challenge the rhymes I am spitting, we ain't surviving we only do living. 
We make

But to be honest I'm thinking that I'll better off resorting crime
Ticked off tight roping on the poverty line
True tales when I get to jotting down

The Weeknd
Get sedated when I'm feeling low
I know this high finna pick me up
Till I'm flying by right through Schenley
When he whippin whippin that Bentley

lose control
'Cause the weight of all the words
Excused sit still inside my soul
I'm mistreated by my friends sometimes
So I stand all alone
I don't fuck

away terrified of everything
Now I got the chance to do what I always dreamed
This is my shot and I'm gonna take it
Finally got the feeling that I

that is all clout im in love with the cheques
Mans got a vision i work i no rest
Focus the mission i give it my best
I only do additions increasing my

a promise, 
On his regular cruise, with the honest, 
With the toughest and fairest
You will learn who I am
Won’t give up till I see great change every day
With

won't look dumb
When you move on, when you move on

Now the days go by and they're passing slow
Used to be close but we crash and blow
Maybe I thought we

trampled
Until I am understood fully
Respect my mind or regret that you didn't We know whoever
Winning, by whoever still living
Careful what, and who you

birth state (state)
judge books by they cover and first page (ahh yeah) (ha)

I’m cool with going left when I’m not right (I’m right)
But let’s be honest

sister, he older than me
In years not mentally or emotionally
Just another brother I know who tired of the struggling
Used to do music but the tunes was not

color of an Aztec
Madness approach, real slow at a the snail speed
Sloth, all hail greed
Sinbad, seen all seven seas
By all means, do what you got