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of my ops, ain't even my ops
Them niggas ain't made a move (move)
Half of the time, she want my time
But I'm not available
Too much motion
Shortys mad
I'm

was feeling you
We were talking about things, things you'd only say to me
Or was it just a front?
But I can feel your touch
Is, is this way too much?
I

your girl, No I ain't your side
I'm what crave when you're by her side
Don't get me wrong
This shit fun, but I'm on a mission
I'm not here alone
You

it when we touch
Hit the back make you clutch
Got you calling up
Let you get your practice in
Its only natural
I've been smashing too much
With

that I spit the truth
Damn, I hope just one day I can show out for the youth
Cause I've been gliding through these days, let too much time just fly away

a brief
Got a couple of trips up the sleeve
You talk silly I put you to sleep
Too much money got green in my dream
Bands around this cake, decorated like

safari

Hum'mana Hum'mana spit out  your words
Had to leave town, had to leave earth
Stay on the net, so tell me your worth
Take my girl out, we both gon'

paper
And your tears make the words lose their meaning
I'd reach out and try to touch you
But you're too far away

Because the girl wasn't real
She's in

hoes
You can't have my man
Too much invested
In the master plan
I'm telling her don't worry boo
It's only me and you
In due time we'll be like glue
But

the key
I'm on my Stevie Wonder shit
I can barely see, like, damn

I smoke too much, that's why my girl left me
Now I'm chillin' by myself and models all

Say lately
Feeling like a nazy
Blasting ti the moon fully
I migh have to be addicted by the pain
I'm useless
Music has produce my mind
I had enough

of days
Now the pen got a mind of its own
I smoke way too much
But I can't move bait
In the rucksack keeping Givenchy cologne
Social distance
Don't get

Who you know poppin' that shit like me, swear a young nigga really turnt up
Might hop in that BM, not talking your BM, got too much drink in my cup

was right where I left it
Cause my trauma controlled me. Probably somewhere just stressing

Time changes us, know what you did
too much angel dust, Why

wanted
To feel like I'm somewhere in your line-up

I don't care to be first, I know
You got girls that's blowing up your phone
And I talk way too much when

deserve her? I ask myself in despair,
Her beauty, her kindness, it's too much to bear.
But in her arms, I find my home, my solace,
In her love, I find my

Salvador don't you ask too much
Plastic guts
I'm all in this bitch who think she black enough
To stack with them
Waffle House dinner after I leave the club

am not impressed by how much rappers make
You went and bought a chain instead of real estate
I made a couple plays
I never played with fate
You can pay

to throw that on with two chains
Cut that lil' bitch off, cause she was actin' too strange
On to the next, like I'm flippin' through a new page

I'm fucked

need a piece
Niggas exaggerate that shit a reach

Probably said too much on top of this beat

Some people waiting for this, Jalen exist
Paying my bills

You see
I'm vicious you see
And my girl bad but she ain't like them bitches you see
I overspend loosely
Spent to much in MIA I'm trippin you see
I ain't

Babylon promote too much division
Can't see it clear cause they fog up the vision yeah
yeah we go to work every day and still living pay to pay

Bare

Soakin through the phone she keep sayin ima smooth boy
So I slid and ain't even need the lube boy
Was first placing too much realized I'm in the wrong heat

sleeve, got too much on my plate

I still give, I got receipts, rather that than let it be
The Holy Spirit dwells in me, you know I'm here
You in those four