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grow up to hate me
I'm out of my mind and no one can save me
I wish I

Back when a nigga was jobless
Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself

Sensations
Think I got the wrong iteration
Girl you lift me up like a mountain
Mount Everest in this bitch labyrinth
Got a fast car fixing to stab it

with it

I do a hit, got the Glock and it came with me
(On gang) brand new Glock and you know
That it stay with me (On gang)
I only fear God, I don't

be trippin'
But the CEO be talkin' sense
Fuck havin' sense, we got hit seven times
We keep a blick
4, I'm just gon' tell you chill, yeah
You like

More Than a Stab
2. I shouldn't have been born

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I said I'm- split, between reality and dreams
I'm dreaming bout getting it by any means
I'm the Only man around who's always behind the scenes
I'm

awe
Quickly learned you wasn't just a broad
Just like a car, had me curving em all
I was never up to no good, always stepped with keeping you on my mind

JFX B-e-r-n-a-r-d
Bring the whole crew pull through to the party
Treat my glass like a baby lock it up in the car seat
Anxiety -xiety you can hear my

Let the new and the old school connect
Respect is universal when great minds collide
Under well arrange planet and stars
I damage ya car
And play

early morning won’t let a second pass me by
Gotta get up, go and get it
Yeah a **** staying hungry (Yeah)
Leave the dreams in the sheets get up and never

and I wish you would
Triumph over yo struggles, 
No need to fumble with my God all by yo side
Hit the front door with eviction notice
Couldn't pay

cause
She took a bottle to the head and half the drink gone
Toll man sleeping in the booth so I hit the horn
He woke up, still sleeping acting kinda slow

back to this mission
This chapter one the beginning
My kingdom come and we kill it
Freeing our sons from that sickness
Feeded to them by them bridges

a play
Hit a lick let him think that he straight
Run it back until we take it away
Fill it up like we at a buffet
Diamonds Dancing
Bitch you not bad you

Cold

Rich Brian

Amen

2018

Saw a car crash, it remind me of our first date
And I went back got massages at that one place
Always brought friends but today I feel like doing

smart, I'm impressed by your remarks
Just remember, don't ever let them tell you who you are
But Ashli got something on her mind
She's Little Miss Boy

my therapy is the only way I reflect you know

Yo my first car was 5 hundred dollars bitches used to laugh
Remember breaking down the central and them

by the way
She a dime by the way
I'm been staying out the way and getting to it look
And getting to it
Yeah
It's been a long time coming
Three

you sweating? (I don't know)
My momma worried, she just trying to teach a few lessons
Like I ain't got no money for no phone bill, no car note, no

to myself about how to get it together 
I'm thinking that maybe I should really listen to my conscience
I may not have the money or the cars or the clothes

Driven by dreams
Like a Porsche
Of course your Horse, running course
Struck a chord past the forth
Headed north to the fort
What's up Dallas working up

doom
Think you winning then you must be on shrooms
Can I say that?
Whipping in the civic I don't even need a Maybach
I got hit by a car but I think I was

get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just
For playin' on my top, yeah
Rylo, that's my dawg, he put
On for his block, yeah

My chains

Crime Scene

The Murderers

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme,