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fine"
I'm out in New York, New York
Out in London, Tokyo
The weed is illegal, oh, we smokin' though
Jacob wasn't even a day old, I was dolo
Travelin'

stared by other eyes
Now that I’m young, that my skin is not old, I don’t want to rest
Now I know that the key of truth relies on happines

I’m alive

Bang
Man that Shawty go crazy
That be my baby
I been thinking lately
We do this on a Daily
Is you gon ride wit me till I'm old crippled up and aging

control All the ice on my neck, I'm really getting
Cold I'm just rapping so good, yeah that's really
Getting old Stay true to myself, never forgot where
I

I called my old homie up
And said yo man we really need to talk
He said Ant what's going on?
Whatever's on ya chest, get it off
I said I'm sick

a cage beast

Whole life stay duckin' them cops, wouldn't
Let them cage me
Hop up in the booth to expose niggas so they Hate me
Did all this shit up on my

by what you think
Your two cents a nuisance
Old thoughts come out when you drink
I go bar for bar with anyone
You know my service great
For those who

to one
There the spirit come
Yea I was on the run
I was O'Dell
I had them demons on my trail by the coattails
Deep down in my sin, I was so skilled
But

still ballin
You still talking?
Man... shots lick a fly guy if he feel froggish
I'm bout that ana is it ok?
Ain't nothing smooth about my criminal ways

to the bottom he goes
If no-ones around to see it does the carcass decompose
Sing an ode to my foes nose-dove from the dose
It was sent in by the feds and that

supposed your role is to clean up man when i drop shit
a little late is better than never, 
hard times better prepare for wet weather
or not we survive each

2) (Willie The Kid)

Then Rocafella break up
My hat cocked like the old Bleek 
My gat cocked 
By my side like obliques 
No slow leaks uh 
I'm eating

quoting all my songs, tweet it out like felt this
But I'm back of the fame boat
Back on the same old
Actually wait no
Half of these lame-os
Rapping the same

old before we die When we ride its choppaz when they do its weak
On the westside its wreckless cause my bitch wont speak 
I gamed her i told her dont

run, what you're running to or from

All I know is I want to bring you home

So I'm walking in the rain, thumbing for a ride

On this lonely Kentucky

Niggas know what it it
Fore I leave this bitch a nigga gotta see a mil
Watch on my wrist coulda brought a new Benz
I'ma grown man I don't follow any

When I was a born as a child of the port
I knew the sand ships were my life's true resort
So, I signed with crew who said they were free
I knew that

reality
She told me that it fantasy
I told her it prophesy
Pretty boy shit, you would think I came with jodeci
But lately I've been on my own, so I've been

the ball, I don't need an assist
Brand new Palm Angel
Text my stylist "what can match these kicks?"
Remember the old days 'fore the Snapchat I was texting

drop no diss
Bad bitch getter
Jwett chaser swear that's what I'm is
When I see the bread
Look like I'm doing the running man
I'm my own boss do what I

the time flies
The way it went so fast like trains pass by
My life back then is fading in memories
My old me says
What's up my friend?
Come on let me know

another glass ginuwine on the wax
She so damn fine make me wanna spend this cash
She by my side singing to me slowly
Sometimes I can't believe that she

I was tryna tell you I was gonna make a name
Down on my bad & down on my low
Left me way back, left down in the cold
Shit is getting old
Why should I

convo is convolute
I got the old heads gassin' me up
I'm runnin' on fossil fuel
But honestly I learned from granddad
On what not to do
Like if she can run