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see the lines they say to stay within
Your eyes miss 'em every time, but your muscles remember
But that shit won't make me fucking surrender (no sir)

for your hypothesis
Honestly, owe no apologies, no apothecary
No drugs to save your mental, so enslaved by these authorities
Flawlessly, blatantly,

Sippin and vibing I’m realizing the time and it’s frightening because I might just be wasting it all on silences
Beautiful mind divided by inhibition

they already do
How he sold blow but he ain't never blew?
cnd a lotta niggas changed in this game but I cannot say the same
Cuz I have yet to do a thing

then, the sinners swoon
Big headed bufoon, born to be dead
Old Man sees things in his head but, it just might be my reflection staring back affirming

to the top
And I'm never gonna stop 'cause you know that I won't let go
But when I make it to the top
I just always get pushed off
By the ones who I used

to the top
And I'm never gonna stop 'cause you know that I won't let go
But when I make it to the top
I just always get pushed off
By the ones who I used

all alone by myself I'm never enough

Countin' the days as I'm tryna move on
Why do I still want you here in my arms
Something about you is so hard

younahi'msayin? what, nigga?
(we--we been doin' this for years)
Y'all niggaz can't see this shit
<du-do-do-dun-do-dun-da-dun>
Can't even fuck with this track
(ain't

cops cause I look like a 
Hippie repeatedly frequently unequally 
Please officer won't you stop searching me
But it's no big deal y'all just doin' your

the shit's all a trick
See, they'll make you famous while you make them rich
I feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip
I put hoes on your block, like a nigga

I live life in the fast lane
Trying to get the cash man
While you're sitting on your ass
I'm turned up in this rap game
Mash on the gas in

the motherfucking balls to bite me
Quick to do what I say like if I'm asking you nicely
Might be that nigga make your mama hate me for life, bitch
Now she walks like

Orton
Living up there in this bed but the grind's more important
Working all night I won't stop till the money's clean
Shining so bright all this light is

Young McCoy, yuh
This shit is for all you mumble rap motherfuckers
Specifically, no one else
Y'all better pay attention
Now I’m walking by these

nigga what I'm made to be

Feel like old wayne, tryna bring my whole squad up
We gone eat til we full, the weed the only thing I cough up
No freebies when

hold on but your burned all the threads
Now everything's dead, I'm feeling on edge
Please Gimme my meds
This shit is a mess
I'm tryna clean up, the shit

suicide
Got a son so I gotta stack this pape, he counting on me, I gotta provide
All my niggas too official, they gon blow the whistle, I know they gon suit

The cmerican Dream will have you sleeping ‘til your funeral
cnd ain't shit you can do about it
So we all drink, smoke and fuck to get up out it
But I doubt it,

man I bet I won't run
And this trap got a kick make a fuck nigga run
Oh God
Niggas don't wanna box all you do is go and dish
All you do is talk shit man

you walk by girl I do a double take

You rolling on the vet yeah rolling on the dodge
I wanna see if you can dodge my garage
Your girlfriend's tight but

to judge
Ya conscience forvever living don't you doubt it
If you second guessing you already sprouting
The root of your evil and you are surrounded
By things

them suffer
I used to pass time by thinking of the life I could lead
Things I could do, things I could see
Thought about it every single night and it

Never be history won't be remembered
I'm makin sure your career is disfigured
I bring the substance I got to deliver
I bring all the fire no seein