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you're doing Alright, so Okay, huh, hit her Phone and she misses me
Too Did it wrong but I didn't Mean to
Made her mad but I couldn't cease To You got some

state
You were hotter than a fire to melt the frost
And presently I'm walking
Down Monte Vista talking
To this girl i met on halloween eve
Wishing she

Oh yeah
Breaking my back yeah
I'm waiting to unpack
Better unpack those things that make you crack
Maybe I'm made cause you never text me back

columns
Popping topics, hopping on them
Just to tell some mom she alcoholic
It's a fucking problem
If I'm being honest, probably got the same shit Kanye

fillin' my cortex

No context needed when the boi raps
Cuz you just got grained by the heat and
You can't deny you might start to fight the feelin
But you

Niggas getting boss. Oh. How many lives are lost though

Niggas pillow talking; baby mama's getting tossed though
All over who got the real juice she can

flipped the nigga whip
Already knew she was a bop, I put dick in the bitch

Hope you don't walk up on this car, we got sticks in the whip
Hope you don't

I'll drive my car off of the bridge
Find out if I can swim
If you never see me again
Put my obituary in

Need a secondary truth
Somewhere between

a flare of her wrist
How she got locked by just puttin hair in a twist 

Verse 2

Who knew our facials could be the face of elitist? 
Hugs for amber alerts,

Sub plot movin’ with the moon shot
Real Hot 
Careful not to get get got
Never lost guided by the Who’s Who
Spoke true an did as I was bid to do
Psyched

song
It all about love
Love for my squad
Better don't mess with me
Because I got killers
Left side, gang slide
We outside tonight
Thugs, gangsters

to pursue your passion
You can be what you want if you've got money to spare
Condition you in a school for 18 years of your life
To get you used to doing what

had to undergo
To make my money grow
I feel like a pro
So I'm gonna show
Everyone my flow
I been in the trenches
Smoking on that lettuce
You can call me

a wife to hold it down
I'm hoping that you get it
I'm up all night I'm thinking
How you got locked up in that prison
But now I'm counting up my rounds

is what it seems
I'm in her brain
She in the jeans
I'm in a range
Passing all these feens
Got with it takes
I chill out the scene
I'm Breaking em off

all the time
Hostile till the end
How were you my best friend

Lock me in with your skeletons
The walls are closing in
I can see by the look in her eyes

Cause 

That’s where 

I feel most alive 

Buried in work 

The way I get by 

Since the day 

That my momma died 

But she raised a champ 

Because

a scheme with the schedule and a plan there
Is it wrong I sped the schedule by a damn year
Is it wrong we got a rocket in the damn air
Nah, nah
I- I glow, I

don't do the whoompty whoomp anymore
Superman & them ass shots got 'em sore
If they the fastest, call 'em Cassius, Clay, hey, yup
That's what the mama say

Be quiet
Don't talk
Creep at the window, you know that you stalk
Doubled up on my cup, but I got The ice in my rocks
Hennessey poured in my liver, I

there
One life she had that's not fair
Wasted on me in the devils lair
Drink up shadow said, my soul he stares
Don't recognize myself in the mirror

And I

I am not phased by the clouds in the sky
After all the days I done worked through the night
Now I got electric connection to the light
She got types

I been knowin bout the end and Been prepared for the fall out,
While all of yall on borrowed Time and be scared to call out,
These crickets got that

church
Get on your knees first,
She yelling at me like
"Um yeah, my knees hurt"
Thousand on sneaker
Thousand on T-Shirt
Fuck the poor, Ima make sure