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And I go by SY (Urban Squad gang gang)
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I Lost my cuzzin 2muchh a year later after Tok
I'm f*cked up
Cant remember the last time we spoke
Waiting

Big old truck parked by your driveway
Waving to your parents even though they won't like me
Blunts outside help us see stars out
Want a red home sum'

and the greens
It's not hard I've red the screens
You call out like Brandon please
Don't tell them all about me
Cause you been faking no mistaking
It goes over

And I could never fake it when you put your hands on my body
Falling right out of the blue
Own my way down I flow by
Red cozy clouds this is where I stay

know
Jumped out the whip wearing ell drip
Crowd shell shocked by the parasites sickfit
Let's dip
This party's crumbling like broken chips
Diagnosed with

now
I can't keep you close now close now close now
Gotta protect my heart from these lucid dreams
Your everything I wanted disguised by all the thing I

to the top
Got it tatted On my Ribs
Man I'm black
Got to watch for the pigs
Street light, turn red
Rolling stop on slid
Flipped the block
Where the blacks

moving super quick, but if I'm hitting then I'm winning
Hella red flags spinning, but it's only the beginning
Fucking bitch. Can't trust that bitch man

the ancestors felt
To the mind and to the frame
I want you to hate me if I ever play the game
For attention, could I mention?
Black trans women only expect

a hot body
(Yeah)
So welcome to the party
If you're a black and red haired, ill-apparel-wearing girl
I'm the kind of guy you're looking for
The kind

one I call the plays
I could take you on a trip round where I stay
I been walking on water, blessing your daughter
Smelling like Prada in them new red

up and we've only begun
Cause, I'm not prepared to share the bread with fakers
If I'm not dead that's read you need a baker
My blood is red and that's

flop, it’s always off tops, I cut it like chop
They calling me hot, I’m calling the shots, I marry the game, I’m tying the knot
No time to explain, I’m

well before it dries
Clock is ticking, no surprise 
Face always glaring at my eyes

I could never stay in line
A steady rebel by design
Not a saint, I

birdie
Gonna be rich, by thirty
Put that in writing, jersey
No red lights, can't hold me
Ate every beat, Kobe
Ayy, and I give her D, no Or
Ayyy, but I

I'm reading a bookshelf
I'll stay the same, (ay) hope she'll feel the same
I want her to be happy, (yeah, yeah) but I want her by my side
I'm in this

thinking like this
We both played game and had tricks
I had you on my wish list
I used you for the testing
And you used me for the testis
So give me that

gotta newsletter
Drifting off the topic, no more toppings on food Platter
Still that nigga that kill the game no remorse
Still that nigga that split ya

of things
But give me a lot of space
Gimme a lot of space
Take that Julio to the head
I'm headed to outer space
My eyes is bloody red
Get the fuck out my face

you
You are a work of art
Baby you stole my heart
And you left me bleeding out
I'm barely holding on
How you gon' play this game?
You've got a broken

down
12 Years go by I still got that same mouth
I gotta speak up cause now I got shit to say
I write it down hit record and I let it spray 
You bow down

sipping we Need to go over specifics cause most of these Niggas don't even listen
You see I'm motivated by hate i love To see you irate
I need to have it

getting faked out by these fake ass people
No way
They just wanna talk now, tryna catch me slippin'
Wait, what?
I'm looking at a dog kennel
Cause all I see

uninvited
So you better run away
Before my demons come to play
Hey
Heart stop at my reflection
Red eye leave a bad impression
Faceless with a bitch expression