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It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see

airwaves when they can't remember your music
Especially once that money's gone, and all your fans done outgrew you
And them xanny bars and rented cars don't

Lessons from Mr. Feeny
While the devil is conflicting me
Mischievous bafoonery
Followed by Clownish activity
Some how this bottle
Has me partaking in this

I'll go get it, by any means my life a gamble, every day that I roll the dice
Praying one day I'ma make it, living off my sacrifice doing shit I never

lips and hypnotise I'm mesmerised

Love it when you shake your hips grope on your tits positions with some freaky hits Owww

Pleasure venues gotta bar

If you scared, play the sidewalk
Wise guy, get the cheddar, then I slide off
Hustler, get the pies off
Hit it with the remix
Then I sell it for five

confidence is lacking
Shout out to you if you supporting the boy
I'm heating up like Mayweather
Dropping hits like I'm Floyd yo
Who's that one white boy

Spin a bottle with the chop
Like the Ruger hit fuck science
I don’t know nothing about nucleus
Slide to his house
They like who called the Uber in
Move

who hit the ground
No help up no ride home but I swear on my life I'll turn around
If I see you limping on the side of the road
I would never leave you

no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're

with me, who you are
I don't need no stylist, I'ma work the content
I'ma find less, by the rumors
I ain't niggas, I'ma be holding the racks and money see

nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr

Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp

live by the risk, talkin' slick gon' get you hit
I'm hood rich but I never trick, she fine but still, I won't commit
Spoiled hoes throwin' fists, want

it's a link up
I was reminiscing when we used to hit drink ups way before there was TikTok or Insta
In the shoobs got something by my wood if she whine

the ball bitch
Each time
No Labyrinth can stall shit
Rebound
Hit em with the re up
And bettered it by three times
Car hopped
Then pawned shit
Made it home

"He go by the name Tmb
Trapmoneyboy would up
Younging insomniaxxx
He go by the name
Kaydee
We got bling in the building
Yo mtl south side shit
Yo tmb

tha dope blow it  I ma weed fiend
Finna bleed steam nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might
hit yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4

on my flow till I got that shit right 
By Free-styling in my car every fucking day and night 

Now Imma bout to take flight 
All I see is green lights

the blood flow in my veins is frozen

Why aren't you putting your all in your art
No wonder in post you're falling apart
You're only rapping to cop a new car

other out
Chrome and blak nines
In the hands of lost souls
One track minds
Wit Kill or be killed motives
We Programmed to die
Propositioned by the cops

to sort the ting, I get brain
I'm in and out of them spots
I got studio, so don't phone me
Trying to hit tunes, I'm trying to hit dots
And I got

be
That's why you picked on me
You wouldn't stop you were such a fiend
But I knew I would make it
That's why I never would just take it
You hit me

high, Fell low again
Here go time feelin slow again
More anger I'm holdin in
It's all good, I'll grow again
More bars keep on rollin in
Line by line, I

and the drinking
Maybe we can open up our 3rd eye
Without blinking
We're descendants of the people
Freed by Lincoln
Their wildest dreams
Wasn't for us
To be mingling