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fuckin' prostitutes for the rest of dang life 'cause that's all he gets
Some drug addict, abused mother
With two son and ex-husband in jail for two summers

the prescription
Drugs and believe systems are so synonymous
They like pimps with no
Glimpse of the omniscience
I keep my cigarillo rolled tight
My whole life was

an achey knee cap and sore spine
Over-rested, takin no synthetic
Drugs for depression
That'll leave me with the floaty headed buzz
They fill my life with

Let me be great, let me be
(yeah) , let me be great (ah)

I almost gave up on this rap shit
Surrounded by some killers that I trap with
Plottin' murder

Down at the ground
Being scared when you see me nigga
Many talk few are here but
We winning by a hair
Blink twice if you see me nigga what you say
Ante

bottles like it's no tomorrow
Spending drug money like fuck the law
I'm on my Birdman and Diddy shit
Super clean on my pretty shit
Ten stacks on hundreds

it called me back
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my

weak
They can't cope with life so
They out on drugs teaching your kids to be
Addicts, sex workers, and thugs
But if I rap about God
Then it's corny

shawty think she in love when
She get to poppin' molly
Can't say that shit back, I'm sorry
We get drugs in by the dolly
I'm too lit, I'm too pit
I'm too

More money than I know how to handle
From a few Ks to people claiming a scandal
Broke new ground, compound, no vandal
Earned this by taking my time,

dont forget to brake
We ok still ok see that nigga let it spray
Life a drug but i get high just to help wit all the pain 
Aint a game but i swear to god

drippin' in my Michael Jays
Epa by the water, there's a small city
Convicted killers, Drug dealers and prostitutes
Some work some boost, birds chirp like

falling for you

I been hella lonely dreaming bout you 
I been losing myself just to be with you 
Lonely night after lonely night
Smokin by myself ain’t

just texted
Gotta be home by 11:00

Treat this girl right and she probably would never have seen me, I’ll show you
You give up so easy, you’ve never

on a nigga life just be cause

Nigga start winning now we doin to much 

They be poping that shit when they high on these drug. 



I’m Dippin through traffic

we got guns
Smoke drugs to the face I cop Runtz
If I tell flock bruh
We bent to the dash we got some
Young nigga dripped in designer and
I'm mixing off

some drugs with us
These guys were only in the second grade
Wanted to beat us up finally
Loads of our buddies came in time
We got them of our ass
So we

am posted up, like a crane
And that shorty, she lookin' so pained
I get the drugs by the liter
I'm 'bout to blow like a creeper
I keep the blick like

Lost boy when don lost joy
Warri boy paper boy
Fuck that Nigga
Fuck that
Fuck that Nigga
Fuck that
Life na positioning meaning say e balance
To say

goin' to school, from a five-day suspension 
Graduate to the streets, cost ya life for a tuition (I'm a dropout, nigga)
Gettin' cash and drug money

clear
In the game
All these rappers speaking bout is fear
Got the money, girls, drugs
And a big career
With all the fame in the world
Still you holding

Yo, ay, yo, yo, ay, ay, focus, focus, focus, focus, ay, ay, focus lost but it's always been gone
Had it then and had it for long, got surrounded by

Momma was a roadie from 1983
Decades later in a moment of love
Fueled by hair spray, leather and drugs
One little indiscretion, a legend was conceived,

be easy
You hate when I leave you alone
Still pick up the phone
If your mind uneasy
She watch me like CCTV
She knows that my life ain't easy
You say