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I've always been a touch strange
Like why you confident you nutcase?
You're awesome in a dumb way (don't be yourself)
Arguments on sundays, like

overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard

mistaken
I wish they could die twice make it the clearest
Going to be 20,000 dead by the time you hear this
The world leaders don't care not a soul
But karma

to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by

bullshit, back up here I'm living wit Binky
Y'all niggas ain't ever gon get this shit, you fucking wit me?
We done already told y'all I'm taking over the city

know the fucking vibes)
(March 20th, it's Saturday you know the vibes man, I don't know what the f...)
These niggas doubting me
And now they trying

gotta go low
Trying to get by
But I'm feeling provoked
At least I don't turn to the drugs to cope
Delivered me from all the weed and coke
The angel

you might walk by
(Never know)
So I gotta be right on time when I see you
RIP, ooh
And something now is taking over me, hah
(What?) ayy, devil on my

bad week
But boy boyfriend, yeah, he cheated
Something about her being mistreated
In her eyes she was only 20% there
And litlle by little by little
She

out
Letters from the IRS arriving at mom's now
Man, I guess that's just what happens here
Mid-twenties trying to salvage a rap career
Skip doing taxes

Edem
And in some realm she bore twenty four children
I left her alone, not to follow me back home
And to show you all the path to salvation

And no

on the A get bun
Drills get done by me and the guys
Dbo tryna swing for backs
He can't swing for backs, so they stay inside

Scar man's face like Al Pacino

help thinking 'bout back in the days
When we were the riff, we were the raff, my pals would wait outside my gaff
The door would open and you'd hear my

property[00:21.17]Wont let it slide shoot this dude from the back[00:22.61]I aint a fed I dont call no police[00:24.49]Sneaking inside you trespassing[00:25.70]Cant figure

shorty only want the money, she a clientele
Pull up to your crib with 5's, 10's, 20's
Putting lil boys in the cycle like some dirty laundry
Taking them

were never with me 
Only fucking with myself cause I'm the only one that's pushing 
Now they wanna come and ask me how I'm really doing 

I'm back

trying to catch a 
Colder breeze in the back
Right now we still got time left to 
Fix things
But dreams can't fly with a pair of
Clipped wings
Right now

and pop
We on the highway to hell
Is you riding or not?
You need work? just meet me at
The top of the block i got it in by the ten
And twenty dollars a pop

day by day
And you know I'm here to stake my claim
And after that I'm finna BREAK the game
I ain't taking names because I really couldn't care less who

improvised with 20 bucks my mind turned rich 'fore 21
Now I'm waiting to pay these bill's like Gates left by his wife
I can even bang my own chest, I'm Kong my

little by little 
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little 
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little 
But you knew

your goddamn self, bitch

You know what the fuck it is
They weren't with me when I was with them
They was trying to go against me
I'm surrounded by

iller than L.L.'s panther in a dookie rope/
Truly yo roll the doobie slow to The Doobie Bros or Donald Fagen/
Taking hits and spacing like I'm Carl Sagan/

Last song on the ep i gotta do the most 
Typing lyrics in my phone as if i'm taking notes 
I share snippets, the reactions say i'm getting close 
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