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don't 

Jump out the back 
Drive on my hunnid
Then drive by myself 
I make more hunnids
She wanting my stack
But I took it back 
Whole lotta talking but

And look at them tats on my chest
I had a dream the lord told me im Next

So i roll up the pack and im gone
Niggas be callin my phone
Im by myself when im

around two deep with the strap lit
Gunnin for me wont take me down
All my haters mad I just took the crown
These hoes mad I'm a certified bad bitch
Talk

be my rival?
All I wanted was to be living in pairs
Now you got me dreamin' of an amble
Man I dun wanna get knocked around why
Did I think of bein'

Suck while I drive she a fool on the cruise control 
Pull up by myself, dump the stick on the cruise control 
Nobody gone die what we gonna do it for

on this pollen
All the money that I earned yeah I earned by myself, lotta weed burnin' hurtin' my health 
Hood's gettin' hot so I'm swervin' the feds,

when chilling
I know that you listen
Make it nasty like bad food
Take yo soul in the kitchen
Tell her throw it in bag
Hit the road and we trippin
And I

when they said I should stop
Or maybe I should go on and reach for the top
Maybe I should've faked and tried being a thug
Maybe I should've killed myself

man
Jeah
Keep close to the details
Let's go

Jeah
I motivated myself
And keep a smile on my face, even when um upset
Fall back and relax, and the voice

and my card would never decline 
Got a bad bitch its fine 
Thats been running on my mind
She been running on my mind
All day , every night

1:25
How could

Yous a pussy boy like a fee fee
I did that time ag seg
23hrs all by myself
I'm countin this money don't need no help
Fuck nigga put em up on the shelf
I

Bad B's on their knees
But don't play I got something by my waist
I'll put that suttin' to your face
You better point me to the safe, I need that

leg work for some hours
The type of get it by myself, nigga, fuck a voucher
Counting up my hands ashy, gotta finger lick the blues

We in the S550,

to the racetrack
And I stood there
And watched the number flash on the toteboard
And death still stood there
Looking at all the people.
And I said, “you killed

something about this pain
It's not like I'm helping myself that much either
Cos when I'm at home, sitting on the phone,
i'm fully aware that radiation is

some stubble
It's like a team meeting, so let's huddle
Take that girl lucy now I need to cuddle
Myself like the ex I took who wasn't subtle
We party hard

anxiety
I hesitate to set myself free
Even though I had the keys
Simple things in life that were taken from me
Like love and community
The type of things we

Hell-a surrounded by my folks
Changed in a heartbeat, call it a stroke
Now I lost my sanity
But I still kept my vanity
All traits of inhumanity
Ain’t

Put up getting racks where u can find me
If u getting money why tf u mind me
Real niggas on da side not behind me
Dont repeat myself nigga cant

the ones I love
For just a chance to be something great
Call me Tommy Wiseau but I ain't that bad
Lock myself in The Room with some beats in my head
So I

The Last Song

A.D. Scott

Absolute Dopamine

2016

I never thought it would end like this
Spending time reminiscing on
All the "just friends" i kissed
Thinking "why we couldn't get along?"
I just

you feel/
Keep it solo like a loner. Puffin' doe dee like a stoner/
Sippin' Modelos while all you dummies homies with corona/

Naw there ain't no

Neva turn my back like a corner in the fourth
Foth down and the goaline pass to
Myself like I'm Brad J bitch
Fuck everybody else hey hey hey hold up mane

First time the opps slid they failed
10 Toes all by myself
Too much fire Im causing hell 
Claim he real but I know he'll tell
I come like noddy my name