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Struggle balanced by big dreams
Even the minds of psychedelic hustlers
Explode with grand schemes
My homey Illion says
On the top of some buildings
You can

I'm young and I'm black
And y'all waitin' on me for reaction
I won't give you no satisfaction
Shit, it's a shame I ain't got no gun in my hands
All I

the gun gon spray
Like zombies on halloween im coming to eat your brains so you better pray

Ready like im batman foolproof my plan 
Coming with the rhymes

it's lit in the Astroworld that's just some La flame shit
Cop that moon rock trying to get abducted by spaceships
Humans ain't real so I'm convinced I'm

Thinking "it's lit" in the Astroworld, that's just some La Flame shit
Cop that moon rock, trying to get abducted by spaceships
Humans ain't real, so I'm

voice bleeds between the crossfaders 
Hate us, my pen is silly ain't no typos 
That Machiavelli picture with Suge through the side door
Few minutes later

sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows you ten more blessings
Set my Timbo's next to my dresser with

I'm a sinner
Rest In Peace to the others 
Who been murdered by the gun,your sons and daughters 
Pamper the matter and keep us together
Ont veut pas

with some foolishness 
If I got a gun on me bets ima use it bitch
Used to have my hands dirty now a nigga too legit
Colder than Alaska my heart in

she is the fire in my loins the
Itch in my crotch the one, the only
The infamous Harley Quinn!
Harley pretends to fire a gun
And then Joker whistles

with me

I ride with some killas
And the realest, Southside
Smoke that kill
Gotta pack my dime
On my grind
Gotta get it, get by
Get high on my life
Said

sun down
I ain't cooling less gun round
You can lose your life over one pound
Take my time in the trap stressing
I'm baggin up in a rush now
Fuck

Yeah, turn my headphones up
Sicknature, La Coka Nostra
Can I get a little volume?
(Turn my volume up in my headphones, man)
You know I like that shit

Show Me a Vein


1,2 1,2 and you say New York City (la la la la la la)
We got Mona Lisa, Chainsmoka, and DL in the house tonite 
It’s Triplebeam baby

Don't get no glue on me
I done gassed this hoe up, now she gettin' rude on me
It's over, I'm cool, on me
Death by a motherfuckin' diamond, bet my chain

When we know we believe it
So im hear to make you change for a reason
My black people

Uhh, I'm just a kid from Las Vegas
And I ain't trynna come up like

to me say fucking Anima
Some battery ain't plugged into y'all
Comparatively suck caliber
I'm by the way can't stop until y'all
Silently play all of my

pains

Bridges I built don't hurt if I burn em to relieve pain
I drink heavily, mostly to take my drive to a different lane
I really liked La Jones but

Thought I woulda made by now, the time ticking
I've falling off balance with New Balance on (yeah)
990 Grey, Jack Harlow, two stacks, add a bottle
This LA

of these games(I'm not) shotty start flipping some lames(be flipping)/tubes  in the body like bein ain't calling my doctor he strange(naw)/but when I hop in

I used to break the law, that's paranoia
Ceux qui étaient pas là, y étaient pas là, fermez vos yeules
Insomnie, my old friend, you always got time for

Many Pieces I Gotta Hit Her With A Dime

(GLT!)

I Gotta Get It On My Grind

Gotta Couple Guns Like Bonnie & Clyde (GLT!)

45 On The Side

Boom & Fly She

I done had my gun in shoot out
You ain't blowback

You ain't nothin', nigga
You ain't shit to me, cause you a fuckin dirty bag
Why the fuck you think

even need a weapon, you know how my niggas steppin'
We don't even need to threaten, you can tell by how we dressin'
Make a mess inside your tenant, matte