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So I learned how  to write these songs
Got high by myself
Feeling like Young Armstrong
I don't cap or dick ride that's why me and people don't

Ya'll niggas reached ya'
Peak in high school 
Tryna put me in a box
I grab tools
Full time job
Tryna stay cool
Still when I'm in New York
I spit it like

dreams, yeah
Sell me Percs, Xans, Addys
Coke, sell me lean, yeah
Now I'm addicted to the high
I hope it never leaves, yeah
Rolling memories, smoke 'em

think shit and won't adore me
I cannot do it before me, get ahead of myself no glory
For the man digging holes in a spot where he don't belong, he's long

she wants me
All she ever wanted was to be somebodys something
But shes not jus anybodys something
Oh
Shes not jus anybodys something

Rock out boomin

feel like im gone
Tired of y’all doing people wrong
Expecting them to take the high road
I got ran up on
Had no clue of what was going on
So much rage in

baow

I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy lil' bitch up and send that nigga hidin'
We got bodies, you gon' die if you try

Blown Away

Spoke-In-Wordz

Word Play

Bizzy
But they downed me on it, and they kept the bag for three days
I stood at the front door, right at the airport
Better believe I'ma get my trees
I

now;

might look i'm big;

I may be forming now;

I've seen alot;

You may be eyeing me;

You may be beefing me;

But life's by batch;

You may be spying

How many of the adults around you let you down
I could have died, but I'm still here
And for that, I'm grateful
But Judgement Day has come
The fakes

Thought I'd know what to do when I was done with high school
But I still don't know so I guess I'll do more school
Thought by now I'd run away

on the calls while he chillin in prison
Money on his books what I gotta get him for Christmas
No visitations in a minute been on the road tryna get it
Gifts I

more
Now I'm selling out tours, praise the lord

Man was on the high road for hours
Singing along to "I'll bring you flowers"
Then I'll skate home, swift

Need a 8th I'm on 8th thats the hood Mudville I be lowkey
Blow by so fly cock back oh shit thats the old me
Had to squeeze another heat for the pare

got to go, you too much
Don't wait up
I'm on the road
Like I said I got to go
You wanna see me
Come to my show
You always so worried I'm with other hoes

the hours, no need for pouting

it's more than this that meets the eye
And it's so important that we get our souls in order
And we get up every morning

yo ops is waiting
Known for lacking patience stoners somewhat of an understatement
Flying so high that I bump into planets
All of you fake how the fuck

for more clues
I don't take what people say with a grain of salt because that don't do shit
I take it with antibiotics cause most people make me sick

Get
By
Us
Fuck you
How high can we go
There ain't no ceilings and I'ma never ever stop until we making a killing
Feeling committed for new beginnings

time for me
To gone head expose
How I really feel
(Stop playin wit these niggas)
Why the fuck im startin to notice all these years going by before I

her, don't know I'm too high
My dog he a hothead
Somebody get us some ice so he cool out
Dove in that water left them sittin' poolside
Smoke me a nigga,

I'm gasping for breath
They police
I'm resisting cardiac arrest
Deceased, non existent I'm closer to death

But See I got blood in me like I threw up

You'll have to watch me glow up on my own accord fuck it ok
Go find somebody pour out his fucking heart on a tape like that bitch
back to your fuckboys

a dirty diana
When I was broke nigga where was you
Now I fuck bitches just by the twos
Somebody call Tarentino for this movie
I drink this lean like it's