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People keep coming up to me and asking me hey lilo what do you do when you write what you want to be. And I tell em

When I grow up I'm a be a sound

to open up to me like a door
Or when you take a shower & the water hits ya pores (Yeah)
Scream at a nigga come & holla at ya boy (Tell me this) did
I push

got the nation moving true
We send em all the letters we tell em what to do
If you ever sent your doubt I hope this is proof
All we’re really is asking

On the way to be the one in your millennium
And I won't stop until I finish em but

I-I been waisting time out here feeling all alone
I been too far gone now

just to make mother proud
Ain't no overnight here boy we working
Tempted again, I can tell that he lurking
Losing myself, I just can't for a person

the door down, tell them bastards “fuckin give it now”
Stupid lil grown ups didn’t listen to the clown
So I got out an electric pen and shocked 'em

I jack son like Mahalia
I'm trying to tell ya I'll F you up
Don't let 'em set you up for a failure
I'm a hustler
But I don't touch drug paraphernalia

I can smell the hunger on yo breath nigga
Shit ain’t going right and now it’s got you looking left nigga
See em at the light, them creepers gone take

worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in

Woke up and decided some shit is beneath me
Any old problems or beefs you can keep em
I'm vibing off vegans, while bitches been reaching to be me

seen a white boy in the trap
If you talkin on me we gon take you off the map
And I ain’t ever fuckin cap in my mother fuckin rap
Like damn baby is you

don't turn me down
We got music we got weed I know it's loud
No kap if Tana see dem boys I'm bout to skrtt
I'm leaving out
If I can't get up in this bitch

a street boy here
So when I gat this money ama piss on em
Yeah
Peace and harmony before the money (yeah)
My brothers are my family ain't no combat for

the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin?
Showing off your ass cause you're thinkin' it's a trend

stomach
But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
I'm a factor, roll like tractors,

meech know that he ain't stayin' sober
Tell KC let's roll up
Know I hate bein' sober
My bro forever by my shoulder
Catch a body bout you then I go throw

look at, tell he's hella dangerous
Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators
Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion
He

fever
From my demeanor, you can tell I've been through it
I'm here to win, I'm really him and you can tell by the music (Yeah)
I still remember the Buick

back to normal, so she don't think to report the crime
Now the boys her own age been tryin' to date, she turn 'em down
Cause she doesn't feel like she

don't tell me to chill
I do it all by my lonely
I do it all to show me
That shit ain't what it seems
Keep some blicks with beams
Keep a solid team
I'm

problem with you,
Hypocrite ass nigga my open hand is bout ready to slao you,
How the fuck you gone tell me to get off my phone,
Then go around the corner

sporadic that my enemies can't figure out when the iron is hot enough for them to strike
So I broke the ice by giving 'em handkerchiefs 'cause that's

being a hoe 
On text I’ll talk my shit 
And tell you that I love you But you not gon meet me no 

And they steady tryna hate on a nigga 
Cuz they know

bitches, they zesty

White boy, he the plug, call him Wesley
I ain't your homie, don't call me your bestie
Nigga, like, who is you talkin' to reckless
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