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or convolute the truth for 
Justify for me the same shit i judged you for 
And lived a lie in my complacence 
A fact i nearly took a lifetime to come to face

Ayo, take a ride with me Chevy
(That shit hard)
Six side get ya shit fried
West Philly Hilltop
Yeah I’m Ya and it come with a K
Slide through

face your fear
Face, face your fear
Into the dark
Now listen to me and my sick angry friends
We can solve this problem now by ourselves
We will come

to get in trouble smoking weed by the dove
But you can’t tell me now what you’re innocence for
The other day I saw myself, why they don’t want a hug
I’m

I’m gonna make myself my wife
I met a man with a machine
And I gave him DNA freely
And I hope you get the picture
I’m in the duplicator
By my own side

the only nigga that come on Pooh Shiesty beats and sing
Always dolo you won't see me carried by a team
In Ohio it be cold so boy you gotta keep your heat

stack up racks stuff it down in a sack
And throw it That's doubled by time it come back
Ya friends just be lying when they call me wack they all prolly

for my breath that you took
Gravity holding me down like I thought that you would 
Taste the poison when you kiss me
In your absence I get thirsty
But

for the ones
That love in the blue skies
For the people that we lost
Help me get another chapter for a while
In the moment
I don't love them for

got credible bars, yes i make sense
My music's worth more than stream cents
Wish me callin granny wasn't past tense
Starting to believe we won't meet

me
But I can rarely answer
Stage where I belong
Seeing the crowd
Throw they fucking hands up

It's hard to quit
When you raised
By the blood

Well here comes the morning, followed swiftly by a craving
She needs to cut out the coffee, but she thinks it taste amazing
Says it's for the ritual, I

of phantoms they menace
Judge and ruler of my consensus
My Thoughts and my wits leave me by dawn

I'll sound off, don't come near my Hometown
You're not welcome

in a bowling lane
Im inspired by pain
You throw shots I don't drop or get burned Ill return w a firing range
I wired my brain to think different
Your

the day, all we knew was public housing
Sell it by the pound, I ain't fucking with
no grams
Seven painted up, 26's with the wham,
Bad bitch with me Yeah, you

this lifetime you get a love
And it comes in multiple ways
But sometimes you get a love that you know that you'll never get again
And so, presently

had them got pulled out by the cops we was never subtle
They asked me where the weed come from I ain't ever telling
I ain't telling do I have to spell

and dates a dummy
I'm a bitch
I was hurt
By the dummy
Call him Kurt
Fuck you Kurt boy
Glad you still alive boy
Don't play games with me boy
You gonna get

what get attacked you see
Who is this vulnerability?
You will come to see that the vulnerable one is our imagined self
Is the imagined self
It means that

Wait up
Whats sup we up
Hustle move it save it
Then reup
Soldiers slide through
All my Gz up
Toasters fry you
Promise dont freeze up
I come from

Not surprised when I get caught in the machine
I 127 Houred that shit into routine
Prolly wiser in my youth I made beliefs mean nothing
Sitting in

blinded by the light, even though my heart aches
My demons on me, they still keeping the pace
Fuck, why won't they get the fuck up out my face
Been running

pain, I feel it
But I won't let it get to me, so you can tell my enemies
The cowardice is now deceased, so if they try to step to me
Or even dare

bitch jam that's just my vices relapsing
Cot damn a nigga woke tho
Vibe on high and never low low
You see them niggas trying keep me on my toes bro
Nahhhh