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I'm on a whole different level, people change just like the weather
Mama said, baby, you gotta make it out, it's for the better
Too many dreams you

that lil thang
Bout to pull her by her bang
Sheesh
Cause I'm him
And you know my crew is them
Smoke a pack down to the stem
I said where lil bitch

feel me
Ay, Cuz, make sure you put God first
The devil gonna always come last
A motherfucker gotta watch out for them niggas
who be smiling in niggas'

who's hot
Well baby come and melt with us
Worlds on fire
Rollin doobies for the hell of it
Forget them other niggas
All the game they kick irrelevant
They

house party
And why she got a different vision than go to college
And how less than a week later, dinner made by her mama
And when she said that she could

to learn for myself things only hurt when you let them

And it goes
Mama told me it'd be days like this
Friends told me it'd be plays like this
Auntie told

surrounded by this shit
Because I'm great (yeah)
Mad at myself
For all the shit I never recognized
This real life
If he was my dog
I got him petrified (on God)

Gang Ties

1st verse 

First off ima start shit 

By sayin never no kappin on me 

Been to the block n came back rich

Why these niggaz hating on me

pray
Mama proud of the man I became
Kicked the door open when I came
Where there's smoke there'll always be flame
Get them goofy niggas out the way
Herbo

I ain't gon' cap
Like some of these lame niggas

Ain't try
Can't say too much
But some of them lame niggas
Done died

And on my mama
I can merch

the top
You can tell by who was winning, check the stock
When I pull up, please come with me

The block gets hot, I'm torching up your city
We spinning

Seen it all on the train
I was eight on the train
All alone by myself
I was nervous on da train
Mama said show no fear
When you riding on the train

feel like a dream
Mama told me "slow down I don't want you deceased"
I ride around town with a Glock 23
I got blood on my Maisons, Vetements my tee
I put

he was born
Motion shit, nigga

But I ain't gonna speak on that
Cause I lied to him the bizz
Be too down bad, he done killed like four kids
Baby mama

on the shelf
Better Back up off me homie cause I do this for my spiritual health
Where were you at when then nailed him down? Wrapped up them thorns & made

yourself, bitch nigga, who gets your love
Nobody, and you bet not trust a soul
I'm from the old school nigga, I play by old rules nigga
I stay sucker ducking

would want to

She probably looking down now smiling, saying
Look at them
Ya know, yeah
To god be the glory

I can't focus
I feel low
Just wanna talk

shit
Shocka!
I'm on my toxic shit
Posted live on the gram to let them know I'm poppin' shit
Do whatever you was doin' before, bro, I ain't stoppin' shit

kids
Through they eyes, my cousin still lives
When they get older I can't wait to tell them stories of how fun the days were when we were kids
And I pray

and had me drown inside my dome
Foreal
It's just me and Q
We stay by ourself we in the booth
Shit be getting loose
The rest don't then we gone speak da

paid the price of a nice man
Got the street aggravated
Count the skulls Bella takes no patience
Last respect so Im paying
Get them hurt what my Glock be

the horn
Daddy said he'd leave us, said we weren't enough
Found myself on the street baby, when mama called his bluff
Only time I feel right is when I'm

What kinda car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made
And I replied that I had been

to the demons at night
So we gon' be out all night tryna catch a flight
Love when them  bullets  fly
Father I said I got a wicked soul
Said it's a freestyle