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g*****
Do you feel me?! Am down to ride to my dying days
Don't be surprised by fifty n***** with hand grenades
We mob, it ain't no telling where we going

in a pedigree, triple C on my feet
You know what I mean to you
I know what I gotta do
Way I gotta stick by you
You don't even have a clue

I don't fall

long would your perfect last

Cause I love a good time don't get me wrong
But I'm sick and tired of your songs
I hate that you write them hate that they

me and Jack are brothers and we're only 17
Don't want no one else here doing this with me
I know right now that we're pretty low key
But just wait

my jack just like a spoon
Just know I don't love I'm not cuffin' you
Don't know what you told don't get comfortable
Flowin' so long like Rapunzel

appears to be

In the alley
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust a nigga, or a bitch
Get it out the bowl, they gon' eat it all, for the chips
All the shit

always check the price tag
I always do the price match
Don’t check the bag, I’ll put it overhead
No extra space, make the best of what I have
True fans

your back Jack
Better get your fill Jill

Something busted loose out of there
And I don't know what it is
But it's headed this way
Something busted loose

volcano, bouta blow and I don't know really how to quit
Change up everything that they know, killing rappers and I bring em back like Lazarus
Lazarus, this

she talks to me I'm not listening
If you really wanna be convincin' me to give you dick, do fifty jumpin jacks
Then yo bitch did 'em with no problem,

who hated in the past 
Done had to verbally recant 
Cause they see me getting better
Ima grow just like a plant
Don't be surprised if I go grizzly my

Dog)
Roof-ROOF! (No, you don't wanna do it)
You don't wanna fuck wit MS
(You don't wanna fuck wit MS)
It's Man-Slaughter (Keep the stems blessed)
Comin

I'm way too sick, ayy
Why I'm sippin' on medicine
I don't trust none of these lames (let's get it)
They probably gon' tell again
I don't trust none

Say Bruce Lee, keep them doors for free
I hit they line and they don't go
You know what they gon' do for me
What to next, where I'ma go, I'm trying

Cause this is the new me
I don’t wanna die now
But death isn’t with me
Gotta deal with the devil
Yeah the devil, excuse me
If I do not die now
Then I will

beg
I don't understand why
I'm so often surprised
By the lengths that we go
So we don't have to try
When i spend so much time
Getting fooled by my mind

expectations
I know some niggas that'll give that girl they last dollar
And when he do and end up broke, they probably laugh at him
Never give the streets

know my granny she Prada me
Glock by my side no a nigga not robbin' me
These niggas bite the drip
They try and do what I do swear these niggas they copy

Hidden from the world
I'm one now with the bushes
Behind all of the leaves
I don't want to be seen
Too afraid of how they'll react
Not sure of what

Lil Darius – “Myself” 

 

Hook 

 

I don’t feel I need them no more I don’t feel I need nobody else. I really feel I’m better by myself. I don’t

get away from me
From a city where it's barely ever sunny
It's muddy, ugly
Woah, wow, they wonder why I never back down
They always tryna jack my style

on the road tell em buckle up
My heart cold, shit froze I had to bundle up

I be doley I don't jack niggas
Hear my name whisper out they mouth when I pass

love is wrong, Gotta do it right
I don’t play no fucking games, Player for fucking life
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all

everything we been thru  

And even in the summer full snow suit  

Try to dodge me nigga nice dance moves  

Ain't no telling what this group here gon do