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we to burn down here
Why have we to live through this
What is lost which can't be found
AndIi'm scared by what you said
Has it really come the time

Heres a reminder for you boys 
That I still spit
Lost my focus on this game but I got this 
I been in my zone sharping up my pen game 
When the time

Running through thoughts I left my heart with the beat
I know the way I live is Messi, I left my heart by your feet
I know my views get kinda shallow

the fame, I'm true to the game 
Till they bury me 
God gave me game so I'm hustlin', 
Pour out some liquor for my niggas 
2pac is still strugglin' 
My

Through my past lives tiers
I don't fall for
For those mass lie fears
I make songs
For the all mind ears
And For All my dogs
With Devine ideas
Sing along

often, I used to think of suicide often
Good suit on and a nice coffin
But, that ain't somethin' I would try myself
Still they lock me in this room all by

and misused
A new piece, puzzling till it fits you
I look into your eyes for that which few ever see
Disappointing you still hide behind the face of deceit
I

asleep, but I can dream
But, day by day, I think I may
Not have what it take, to live that way
What you finna say
Stop being lazy, get up, go outside play

the hell are you?
Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'
If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it
Look at my corner, he just see artists
Ain't got a clue that

don't wanna hear, world in ya palm,
But you don't wanna share, still, I'm followin' you.
Are you leadin' me with the weapons drawn? 
Co-dependent on her,

this life swear I want more
So I’m out here chasing bags, like I live in Singapore
Nightmares always end, in one of two ways
You wake up when you die,

you wrong or u in the right
Its still niggas out to get u trying to dim ya light
Im just tryna win like im lifting kites
Every day u gotta fight when u

then I'm coming forsure 
I miss the times we would ride threw that city 
Pop that molly drink that remy 
Live life so litty
But that same shit that we

ritalin 
Told tha doctors fuck em i refuse to feel like this again 
Tryna count my blessings it's like 1, 2 
Go collect yo check they at yo neck
You need

boomer.  You'll live like me
And I was fine, so you'll be fine, no worries homie just flip the trees
Money grows on trees, cannabis sativa
Chemists printin'

Dreamin chasin like in Ruvik
Solve equations like a Rubiks
I just gotta stick to it

1 3, unlucky move 
Take a step and hit the twos 
Yeezy only pair

One, two, three hours later naked we're done fucking
Wait until tomorrow for the next wave
Another day same shit different way and that's madness

do with all that
I stay in the kitchen
Know that boy stay whippin
jumped in now I'm drippin
Wipe me down
Live by drip or drown
Love that money sound

or at the stu kickin it
But I can't take time back now I gotta live with this
Stopped me at the HQ, now they want my  signature
Just to throw me right behind bars

this album, wanna buy or sell?
Only got two racks, can't you tell?
I'm still in school, 'bout to ring the bell

Made out with your bitch in the backyard

gram make you seem realer
You still a dirty nigga thru a clean mirror (Nigga) 
Leave that drilling to the youngins
Make your momma cry then reply who's

Call my lawyer, get ready for the lawsuits
Even though people will know it’s the truth
Coming into the music industry, I guess ill start by gaining

You give what you get 
So // thats my deminor
I live by code bro
Some deceive yah 

I dont got time
For these fuck boys
I dont time for these whack hoes

fuckin'
When I say I got a bouquet, I ain't cuffin'
Bottles of Merlot Rose by the dozen, ho
Live fast, die young
When it comes to pitchin' white
Then