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gotta be great full
This that kick back, roll something
Only to inherent vibes
Surrounded by the people that love you That'll never tell you lies
Or so

Deep deep In Your Shallow heart
Give a stroke to your work of art
Fall asleep in your shallow parts

Now who's leader here
I followed Garvey by textbook

myself
Sleep by myself
All by myself
Work by myself
Learn by myself
Earn by myself
Burn by myself
Stand by myself
Plan by myself
Eat by myself
Sleep by

just that we love our flesh in danger and 
revolt, and step back and kiss in heavy thump and gunfire, 
since even the confusion we share is collectible,

multiply it by two and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end I

I am a stranger
I fell in love with my haters
I put my life in a danger
I'm living life like a Gangstar

I'm not a gangstar I'm a stranger
I know my

I think she showed her homies
Why? cause all the homies on me
Ayo all the digital gunna have to do for now
But imma break it down when I get by your

Floating on the breeze, I am free. Free to live my dream.

Lookin' back, I see there's no turning back.
I'm in too deep. Yeah I'm in love with where I'm at.

was in danger (Yeah)
A lesson to learn then I turn to a rager (A what?)
I slam
Up-up-up on the brakes because this asshole got in my way (Yeah, yeah)
My

good girls in Louis Vuitton gear (yeah)
I like bad bitches, extended long hair (come on)
And she like Raf Simons (like Raf Simons)
My bitch bag like

up in catching clout
Got more dubs when I regained 
I fought with the ones around 

Bitch I work like, crop field slaves
Pick of the litter, can't kill

given by God, protecting from harm or danger.

THE GIFT OF THE WORKING OF MIRcCLES
c supernatural power, producing signs and wonders.

THE GIFT OF HEcLING

see you going soft like it's play dough
Bitch im saucin', you like mayo
Look at my wrist, look at my neck man it stay froze
Now she gon work it for me

100%
Don't wanna fuck in my whip it depends
She thinks that I love her but I just pretend
Back in the murda bitch I'm finna bend
Ba- Back in the murda

and night for that Mulla
Goyard on ma chest full of Mulla
You ain't got no excuse yeah
Family is gonna dump you yeah
If you don't work hard for that Mulla

didn't work
It's the same old story Life's a lil boring
Without you here by my side tonight
I'm the worst
So you say
Knowing your decisions been made
Your

fake love
Notice that they envy when you stand up
Sticking by the code is what I stand for
Always be on point cause niggas change up

Dying for attention

like grabba
Woi
Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake man hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda

up
My lil DC shawty a figure 8
All of these bans gon scan then assimilate
Copy the work then I print it off
Whole lotta racks by my 'sace draws
I needa

an R6 and a motorbike jacket to
Make sure I minimise any injuries
Yo, come follow me
I make money but I don’t work in the mint
Brown, purple, pink
'Cause

I went from no cloths to everything designer
Went from no hoes to Rihannas and Madonnas
Couple hundred Benz and a duffel Louis bag
I don't need

right now, right now

And she cookin' up the dope in Louis
Droppin' off the work in juicy
Her bag and her shades by Pucci
And she do the money dance

high
If you ain't up on my
Level, disappear, please don't reply, bye

Somebody's gonna get murked
Spoke to my mum 'bout that there work
Counted to 10 but

Mahal Kita means I love you, all of you

Verse One: Soliven
Ask me nicely, prima donna want the Visa
Then I ask what for? Then you get amnesia 
I know you