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faeces
Boy I stay up on the grind so I can spoil my nieces
And mama thinking I'm alright and so she making wish lists
And my passion on this mic, its got

crowd I'm a misfit
(Fuck a friend)
They seein' that you really up and they ah try to do you dirty
And imma own like three mansions by the time I'm 30
I

I can't leave her alone
Can't leave her alone
Sleep with a 9 I'm so traumatized
When I go left just be right by my side
I know it's love see it in

a freak

But its not like it was Maya Jama
She still thick but i didn't
Wanna meet her mama
Alright
Don't want no drama
Skrrt tight
Yokohama

The most

tried to stay up out the way and make this money looking fly
But that little boy keep on playing I'm a make his mama cry
This how it happened
Ever since

Oh we back outside
Hey woke as the fuck but Im feelin sedated yeeuhh alright
Yea It's that Kutta and Chrezy we better than cable (Ohhh)
Hey what I'm

By now they know I'm chosen
My music, they be scoping
That glizzy keep it loaded
I might just have to blow it
A hunnid things be on my mind, but I be

your failures on your children leave that child alone
Not his fault you have to pay that fifty thousand Dollar loan
Blame your baby mama should've

of gothic features
A real diva
But when she gets heated, all you see is flashes that pass by

And does your one life, hanging on by a thread
Ready to snap

Bake her like a sweet roll if shawty get to tripping
You a chicken tender
Lil shawty You built like a brisket
Yeah, alright...
You keep moving that fast

Joe don't judge
I can tell you gon' hate me (Alright)
Say you can't forgive me (Baby)
I can tell you miss me
That's what I expect
These niggas don't

Well alright
Yes lord
You already know what type of timing we on
Long live the guys my nigga
Rollers Rights
Yo
Ring the alarm
I'm that nigga bringin'

foots resistant in the mud yeah
I'm alone
I'm alone
I keep that to myself yeah
Don't nobody know
I ain't reached out in a second i just dont feel

made by grandma 
Like whenever I get extras with that hot sauce 
Like whenever mama call me by my nickname 
Like whenever daddy calling just to say hey

shootin' wild (make sure he done)
Uh, raised by my mama, I'm a bastard child (my mama, nigga)
My tears be fake, like fuck this bitch, I don't want this

believe the shit that happened and the shit around it
Been through so much by now, you think I don't give a fuck about it
Yeah, this the type shit make

from depression
Hook me up to a lie detector
The pain I suffer won't be effected by your questions
I learnt that all the highs in life is usually matched

consumed my conscious and
Dad and Ma want me pursuing degrees
But I promise that i'm not built for these colleges
I want it so I go and get it homie, ain't

have my son
And when we spinnin' with these Glocks, bitch, you better run walk up to him
Make him open up and shoot that nigga in his tongue
Alright

approach you
I just need rapping, know I'm smoking big dope I'm only coughing if that bitch big float
I'm a laid back nigga but don't get me tight
You know I

big eyes
I Just wanted you to be
Mine

Did I, Did I
Ever have a chance to tell ya
That I'm doing alright
Just fine
Okay
No lie
No way
But ya never loved

without no fear (yeah)
Just so you know that you really care
'Cause any obstacle come, you're well prepared (oh, no!)
No, mama, you never shed tear

being music
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am not the type to look at it as competition
Murdering the microphone just like that demolition
Mama, do not worry,

been betrayed
Can you heal this pain up inside me?
Try me, no DeJ, but I'ma catch that body
On my mama, I ain't takin' shit from nobody
Was just in that