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Yeah
Mmm
Shoutout Pazij on the beat, man
I feel the pressure to succeed like its weighing me
The thought of death doesn't paranoy me
But when I'm

filets
Finesse the world for what they did cause all they ever did was take
Daily income been more than what these niggas ever made, in lifetimes
This life

to take it
Don't fake it
After this album I made it
Switching of my feels
I'm soon signing deals
And gonna buy my boo
Some red bottom heels
Shit I had

and out of the picture
All of her siblings used to be real proud of their sister
But she been speedy as a style on a album by Twista
Dudes still view her

Life too short, but I still can’t die yet

Everything’s gorgeous 
Everything’s perfect okay
Drop-top Porsches
Shorty got options okay
Yeah
Take her

world is mine
I'm taking the top
Two albums by now I produced them myself
An EP at that just to experiment
A million genres are under my belt
I'm taking

Left hand, Right hand
Niggas gotta talk to the left the hand
'Cause i'm liable to slap em with my right hand
Right hand be the man that I trusted

zen
But I never catch a stray, it got me seeing red
Fuck all of them bitches showing disrespect
Promoting albums man I think I need a cash inject
Group

don't know bout that
I don't fuck with money but I need it all in cash
Album feature from me mean you got a movie cast
Give you brain like I'm Jimmy,

Transgender life-ender
They tryna confess, I say return to sender
And I'm blowing off fake friends
Like you know I better
Force-femmed goddess, ain't nobody

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,

the shark eaten by the little fish?
That's how we move
We don't give a fuck bout way of things
Weight up life and death
Our balance scale is broken
That's why

one after me
Hard knock life, reaper and a wife, polygamy
Murder what she write, wonder bout her search history
Is murder whatcha like or when your

and the album it's coming
Call police man this shit like a oven
Dropping shit they ain't ready for this
Feeling like six I'm a carry this shit
Cut you of you get

now for it to be okay to be the greatest you
Alright
Yeah
I ain't rap like this in a long time man
Uh, uh, uh, let me take y'all back, yeah

Lemme' take

Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough

Life getting so hectic who would've predicted
That shit would be this stressful
But I swear i'll work until I become a legend
Twenty-four seven like

(Nah nah man, look, the song is Trash okay
If you keep sounding Like this,
I just don't know what even is the Point of making new music and keep

East Side GI, what up? Goon life, what up?

These bench warmers never actually been
Part of the action i wanna be legit
But being broke would be

I just hopped off a plane man
Happy Birthday
Ey, Maybe it's fate
But we seem to take these steps while we playing it safe
Keep confessing how we feel

feel my pain,
Been taking walks outside so can I feel normal again,
I see the people driving but is they really thrivin? 
This not the life I want,

how strong is my yearning
To be following the one true God
He who saw we were good, although we live so flawed
Man it's so amazing that we're saved by

Shook cause I slid
On this Svg(ar) so witness
The cook how it look
In eyes of the livin'
Young man fit for the part (yeah)
Black ass nigga
Get lost in