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trimming it (ayy)
Fuck vanity, caught up in an image made by the internet
My insanity's imminent (uh)
All sharks I'm swimming with (uh)
What's hell, I've

Surrounded by dark clouds, and them heavy rains So I'm steady waiting on the better days
Look I'm destined for greatness
Can't wait 'til the day that

mistakes feel like something of a curse
And conviction don't help, but it just makes things worse
So i vent in all my songs, pray one day ill be successful
I

nigga,
Aye, bring that hoe back
It feel like every song I make, I keep gettin' harder and harder
I'm just competing with myself, I feel like Roger

crashing all around Us
I need someone inside with me
But with you by my side
We can do anything
And the cloud of this depressions
Got to leave out my bed

And you niggas is goin out so sad
Stayin' in Dallas, a lot of these fuck niggas
By myself with a lot of these real hitters
She said that I got a lot, and it

and I get em
Writing new verse and I kill em
Killing the hate in the building

I make em' panic
Hide in this shit by myself
I don't do well with

Sushi

Young Scooter

The Recipe

2018

Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules
Yeah, I'm one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit
You know, half you rap niggas ain't

Blackened skies have followed me all my life
But it ends tonight
Crawling through the void, there is no peace for me
Destructive by nature, there no

a beat all with my voice, I take the song make it cry
Keep my kin always too close, cause on myself I rely
I'm getting my style out the attic, keep me too

all scrabbled 'cause she fucking with the wordplay yeah
I confused myself 'cause I thought she meant the coochie
When the bitch done invited me to her

left me when I needed you most, all by myself

I remember us from way back then
It was you and me, girl, I would love you till the end
I remember us from

I need no introduction
But my words about myself are never running on
Timer ticks down step back, 3
Bank In, Green
All I see is the crowd erupting all

to make dough
And put all my niggas on like this shit was a slave boat
So tell me why your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?
That's a dead giveaway

Darkest days, brightest nights
Cries for help, sho' you right
We been tired all our lives
Living, losing under lights
Yeah, Let me take you back

so many songs
Maybe they're just lazy
But who knows I'm wrong
Make this music pay
Me time goes on and onRiding
Round listening to chief keef
See them

Never good enough to make the honor roll but honor ones who honor me
I got some shit that'd end it all, but if the cops see
Raised by my mother, though I

a permanent vacation
I'm ready for my songs on the radio station
But I don't wanna be all by myself
Wanna ring it in with her and nobody else
When I heard this

All I see is red
While you laying dead
Wrists slit
"Oh shit!"
Start to cry and blame myself
Screaming "somebody fucking help!"
Oh shit what have I done

here getting told no for me
I can submit it to Spotify
All by myself
No worries
Cuz even Atlantic ain't guaranteed
To make it
It's Spotify curators
That

I know
My life is no longer seeing girls on the phone
But, wow, I feel quite guilty
Even though I gave You all my filth
Indeed, don't know what's

the assignment 
Tryna make for lost time 
My nigga said it’s perfect timing 
I’m traumatized by all that times that me and tank wasn’t shining 
Niggas fronted

A tug of war
This ain't a song it's a letter
I wanna try to be better
I wanna give you all I have
I could never tell you that
This ain't a sad song
You

acknowledge when you're wrong
Easy to omit what doesn't serve you now, hard to admit what hasn't met the eye at all
Easier to live by the sword not caring if