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and a hard place, yeah between a rock and a  hard place, feels like, I'm
I've been tryna find some peace of mind  with music

My life falling apart and I had

Cause when I find the one We gon' be each other's blessing
I remember late night I was drivin' by myself
Feelin' all down It ain't good for my mental

call me Ben Laden

Sway your bitch in the wind, by the way she callin
My girls say she homo, shout out to the gays
Her pussy, crusty, like Frito

From sinful life

A wole
(We bow down)
A wole ama dupe ese o
(We bow down, thank You, we are grateful)
A wole fun o, a wole fun o Jeeeee
A wole ama dupe

it's my trial by fire
My plight as a writer
I love what we did, it's my secret desires
They keep me inspired
I'm fucking her good and I got deep emotions

Like I'm not tryna hear that shit
pass bro da chop and he clear that shit

Back a chop don't get near that shit push nice drive good when I steer

The third rock from the sun 
I present to you my the newest and greatest creation. 
Planet earth

Damn bro i feel so good this is a new beginning
Nothing

Got me missing all this money 
Got me running from the jakes
My life's so fucking fast I should be sponsored by brembo brakes 
If I bring yall to my

I told her I'd be straight
She got to watch me grow
From a Nigga came from nothing 
Stuck to mopping floors
I told myself that I was good
But shit

you known as 4By 4, Bafana Bafana
Sipping my H20, 4yo savanna savanna
Want this freedom and fame sarafina untouchable give me air l burn parafina
Jump

a canopy
After this, you're lying if you say you ain't a fan of me

Look at The Abyss, you know I don't miss
I've gotten so good, that I'm making your list

the keys to the kingdom
Like my first name Asahd
I need interest on my M's
About 40 percent
By the time it was retro
I was before it exists
They gon call out

you do it in your brain
Dreams are real kids you know the rest mane
I got good genes
Not designer jeans
But when life get ugly
I buy finer things

ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

And by any means that's necessary
Designer jeans, my

Step into my mind and let the beating begin
You motherfuckers better watch out, I'm feelin' the sin
No kin to my brain and the pain it contains
I

Hola
Me amo Zion
And I wanna teach you guys a dance
By the name of Joey Valence
So basically
You're gonna grab your right hand
And your left hand

Yeah, girl, you look good from behind
I might just take me some time
Make them girls sleep intertwined
Broski, a slime is a slime

I ain't finna cry no more tears forreal
With all these things that's said, it's just said and done
I know that the enemy want to see me just down by

your hands and say Lord thanks
What you done for me By walking from death into victory
Even though the path was slippery But I'm still thankful for

need to talk

But all my friends are either gone or never see that
I'm in pain Well that's the shit I tell myself, 
I know damn well it ain't the same

I

It's 4AM on a school night
Hundred calorie life
Making sure the set ups just right, just right

Burning every bridge that I grace
Making sure

girl that passed up
Still single, still stuck, still fucked
By the same ass, trash ass niggas
Fresh suits, still ass ass niggas
Y'all must like the pain

I’m so bipolar
You better close them curtains
Life ain’t really that perfect
If God’s good power is working
Why’s my guy in the pen still hurting?
Young

Look good naked don't need no linen
I am the chef and these bitches is chicken
Ice the cone, now its been dripping
Take the backseat you not whipping!