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of things yeah, go to your favourite mall, yeah
But you gotta let me hit it, don't wanna be killed by salt, yeah
So as we roll, shawty look fine, but she out

I'm young but so old
I'm taking low blows, for so so
Your shit is closed, you hit with no goals
I'm born with confidence
I'm making this here your

up
They take pictures with fake guns and think they poppin'
Bruh, that's not us
I see you on the gram, posing for ya followers
Everybody wanna sell

like Spider-Man
With a Semtex
Caught red handed
With his web shooter
In a sock for Pete's Sake man
Yeah you know the kid
SOV
I'm just getting started

invited now
Yeah, we 'bout to have a party up in here
(Here) tell me how you feel, tell
Tell me how you feel (Turn up)
My niggas ride, I pray to God we

It's lit!
Fuck is you talking bout nigga
All ya niggas smd nigga it's swift
Fuck out of here
Said I'm off a yerk and I'm buggin' I'm tight and I'm

Snowballs for a while tryna keep my grit
Can't lie man this shit here I can't fix
Pessimistic when I'm all alone
I be working on my mind I be in a zone
Come

burn our final piece of wood

See, there’s a word we live by
To keep our feelings great
You don’t have this word in English
But allow me

the whole door off
I'm still A.D never forget it
It's life after death, roll the credits

I hate to say my feelings for you still exist

Credit my maker

easily
And thank you for never leaving me
See, I was blindsided by the sky, I couldn't see that much
My cousin the only motherfucker that I trust
We locked

There's only so far my eyes can roll
Can't have a heart without a soul
I just want to be myself and not waste my time
We're just here, made by design
This

give u me
Tomorrow is not promised
Love me appreciate me while im still here
Breaking up with someone you love really hurts dawg
I don't care about that

on his grind
No time for wasting time
Get off of the sideline
You bout to get some play
The coach been prepping you to put you in the game
You better roll

I'm all by myself, no one's here to help
Not a fan of my despair, hope lost, dead we felt
I'm so scared of life and I don't know why
The time's ripe,

sky high
Bad on the mic, but really I'm a nice guy
iPod on track 5, listen to R-Type
Likely to turn heads every time I pass by
If you hate, you

They always say the same thing like baby boy your so wavey wavey
I already got a baby baby
And I'm stacking for the brodies and the family
And you ain't

of love chains hold me 
I don't know you anymore that's the old me

These chains hold me
Better here than being there for you, I feel separated
Mind

myself and I don't need no crew
Cos in my experience people just use you

So here's some advice one day, all you'll be is a memory
Best to make it a good

remain in the dark cause
I'm wanted by the government
I know about the heroin and
Coke that they smuggling
You wonder why the president don't
Care about

for me
Pussy boy bet your ass that I said leave
Feel the pain breaking free
Brains be rotting from the green
Drive by going 60
Bag here with me
Feeling

you don't like, praising down here
I'm convinced to believe your going to be miserable up there
Cause around the throne the Angels sing praises

this to be loved
I'm all for that unity shit
Love is a drug you gotta take in pieces
Sign the contract to breach it
Try to clean it, then bleach it
Color

no matter the losses!  
We don't come here to die  
There are many of us, and we are the system  
An old theme, but new faces  
For each of us. We

at your broken parts and steal your soul
Look no soul goes untouched by corrupted lips
No matter what you'll fall victim to false endearment

These people