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know how the story goes
wana play big
It's cool
(I won't entertain)
Tryna be a mogul
No time for your childish ways
Do you boo
I don't need you
You need

A different greeting once I get that, base and the treble
Cause I feel myself just let go and it goes on like an echo
My only objective's to make the vocals

idly by, vile and vilified
With no alibi, a blight incited on all of your lives
You hate me, just admit it, it's conditioned
The world only makes sense

hate real You only got one
And don't give a shit how they feel
Now some n****s sometimes say they real But it's like a lie straight to your face

Now

room
Making plans we can make a rendez-vous
Like how we used to baby deja vous
And we could vibe all night, i could grab you by the thighs i could make

or later
When she pull up to the crib, she stay an hour later
Talking bout just how she feels, let me return the favor
Got a laser in my waist like I was

the fiends up on the block
I'm in the house, i seen the narcs  I'm only 18, feel like I'm 30
Bought some new forces , they already dirty I ran it up and I feel

missing that
I just cant put together
(Cant put together)
When you see me
Why you act like you don't remember

I don't trust you
Its all wrong
(it's all

don't owe nobody
Ayy, fuck a handout Imma do it all me
Tell the family that the house on me
Tell your little friends that this shit ain't free
This how it

kinds of stuff
Everyday, every night
Myself with I fight
Second guessing on shit is it wrong or is it right
But I write what I feel because I have that

(You ain't got to buy nothin')
(It's not what I want) (Baby, it's you)
(We don't have to go nowhere) glah
Damn, Jefe (It's not what I want)
(Baby,

it's funny
How a fella
Can feel like a God
His gift's a hit
That rises the citizen smiths
And into the wood
I can't sleep
We're gonna have us a mean ole

the same 8s
I still get love when I spray, mate
When I touch road; man say can you spray rave
It's a wonder how I've maintained shape
When you ain't giving

look at that and say we're morally corrupt
Conveniently forgetting who's historically corrupt, huh

How ironic. By the way, I'm SoniQ
The CEO,

"Help me my brother's dead"
"What do you mean by your brother's dead?"
"He killed himself"
"How did he do it?"
"With a gun"
"Okay, are you home

the biscuit
Ion move regular feel like a gypsy
Really been on it always trynna get it
We used to have packs
Flipping like a gymnast
I gotta find a better way

A different greeting once I get that, base and the treble
Cause I feel myself just let go and it goes on like an echo
My only objective’s to make the vocals

had a bitch like this
Boss bih been steppin' , you can tell by the flick of the wrist

Niggas don't know what to do with me
Spoiling me all with some

by none
Jump out from front and back
Moving side to side
Something like my song
No no family ties  
Sometimes they like to slide 
Depending how I feel

Back in the battlefield they say that he's mad for real for real
Giving him bags of pills how do you think that the master feels for real for real

Pop out, pop in, bitch I'ma get it again, I'm poppin' outside with intent yeah,
You pop out and sit on the bench yeah, you pop out you playing

hoping that it will mend
How I
Throw away all the money I spend
So high
Rollin round I'm  breaking down in my bed
Ohhh why

Do I feel so lost
My hearts

a damn hobby
I be on autopilot, you can't stop me
Smoking all this gas I feel like it's over
You working that job, and you taking them orders
I want

gotta stick in my hands like the mighty ducks
Feelin like young thug havin so much fun when I light it up
How the fuck I fit this glock in my pants