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Drinks all done can you bring another one 
Didn't wanna do it then , now she did another one 
Looked into my eyes told me don't tell any one 
Baby don't be

them, what the hell to do
Instead of doin' what they choose
I cruise, until I crash and get bruised

Every year that goes by, I do improve
While these

mixin' drink, this ain't good for my lungs
Been tryna let go of the past, but it keep holdin' on
Talk to my sister, they know I got him, so don't do him

at by the people next to me (what?)
Played "Just Don't Give a Fuck" and I pressed repeat (what)
And I still don't give a fuck here and I'm almost thirty

Wicked people don't want fe see mi life long 
And they get vex when mi sing my song 
Tell dem seh mi tuffa than a piece of iron 
Yeah ah mi they

Wicked people don't want fe see mi life long 
And they get vex when mi sing my song 
Tell dem seh mi tuffa than a piece of iron 
Yeah ah mi they

bubbles

Sliding with that heat on the seat, and we gone clear it out
Do the dash you know I'm on E, so ima change the route

Pauperize, we don't do photos

it in plain sight
From the beats I’ve made to the songs I’ve done
To everything I do under the sun
I don’t follow, I lead. I’m an example
Of what

going to live on
Blowing up your phone, you was with another dude

Shit really lame, bitch, I can do it too But I'ma do it way worse and hit your bestie

these things still not enough
And do you hate being so tough
Do you wish that you could climb
Right back in bed and go to sleep
Well they make drugs that

the one that they love
Social acceptance
Social acceptance
Living all these lies just for social acceptance
Social acceptance
Social acceptance
Gotta do

and bro left
12 came by got a nigga upset
Kenny Saint why is that nigga up next
I don't know ask God mafucka I'm blessed
I do this for the city nigga really

your records in the store
Don't let me be a rapper that just do it like a chore
They lacking creativity, I know they're gettin' bored
Let's take it back

to fight back
Street pharmacist with more pills
Than Mike Jack
I don't wanna listen to y'all
Y'all shit is type wack
I been eatin' rappers for years
You just

hearing me nigga
It's clear to me nigga
Most of these rappers ain't what they appear to be, I'm who they here to see nigga
It's only evident, Grandmama

Hope my opps don’t catch me
Now I gotta put in work
Put my own in dirt
Now I gotta watch em lurk
Cuz they’ll do me in first
Now I gotta get them racks

to get by I pretend I died and resurrected (Jesus Christ)
At the same time got my state of mind perfected
(Dada-dada)
But I don’t think they hear me

thigh and nine to your dome
I'm done by ten, at eleven come home
They said "Yaya I'm sorry we cool?"
What the hell a sorry gone do?
Unless it's money,

coughs
Drop me a perc in my blue fanta pop
.2 on the dash can't get caught by the law
I am a beast i eat everything raw
I do it all out here i got dirty

The world full of hate
I can’t escape
What can we do when they hatin'
Change it
The world don’t even look the same no more
Too much blood been spilled

to the party if you don't wanna know how business feels

I walk strong carry a big stick

Sell myself all packed and thick

When they sound the drum you know its

back
Never use force i just pop up with the beat now they asking how i do that
I don't respond coz only thing i know is momma told me you can do what

starts out simple then it goes far
Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar
Then kicked in the temple 
He was limp they were mental
Cus he meant to do the same

to it, when life has got not flavor
Wish that I could tell you nobody is finna do you favors
By yourself
You gon fight the shit all by yourself
Cause they