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they kill me with this Facebook shit
I swear they kill me with this Facebook shit
I swear they kill me with this Facebook shit
Get off my line hoe

She cryin' and pourin' her heart out to me
And I just got my eyes closed
This can't be defined by all of
That shit you seein' online though
This is

chance
To get me off this land
Sail away 
I got nothing else on my plans
Yea
I just need a little sail
And if all goes well
Make it home
Far away from this

nigga get it like me
I blaze enough the smoke covers my face up like a sheisty
Bitch I'm tryna stack I just shot packs an flow on type beats
You talk

, but what I should've known is HOW YcH looked out for me 

HE protected my soul

See you can't sign a deal wit the devil and think some how you gone

see her resting
I need a mail for my young
Ones so they won't get arrested
Facem, we the best
You can't even ask the ones we bested
Started off like

to Jim Crow
Why ya bitch in my face
Im the one like Jamarr so i kno she chase
After this no i can't retrace Hit hoes by twos no face no case
Nigga

getting by
Yeah I was getting high
It expanded my mind
While I explored in rewind
Reminiscing of revels
Levels leaped and lessons learned
Fascinations

by no I think I would die
If I cant share collage with you
I cant imagine I cant imagine
Not having both of you there at my side
I cant imagine no I

Ryan Glass
Who am I? I'm a nice guy, 6'5 in the light time
Ayy, you know it's just the right time
Right state of mind

Hold up, wait a minute
No, I can't

days a week 
Bitch and we ain't gettin no sleep

Clock in clock out 
Time watch getting tired of me 
And i see 
Bitches tryna get to me 
My level
You

dead in my prime
Cause they coming and going
Last time I witnessed
I could not condone it
I been ditched the vision
I can't get run-over
I'm stuck in

when you call my bluff
I got a couple loose ends
That I ain't cut off 
And a couple Russian bitches drinkin' Smirnoff

Nah we ain't open
But I can drown

no fuck bout no feeling 
I'm to damn extra, I️ took a risk for this shit 

They can't really stop me steady popping my shit 
Man reason that they

designated driver
Try and spite her, I can't
Been up all hours of the night
Epilepsy, Burberry frames
Can't stare at the light

Who the hell is you
Broke hoes

My mind on my money
She not on my nerves (She not on my nerve)
Whenever I'm with her I feel like I'm lucky (Feel like I'm lucky)
I like the fit, she

in sis

I done took an intermission
Moving off my intuition
That's my sixth sense
Piece it up like stitches
Scents hits no misses
Mister wanna make me

Swap the Maccas for salad and stop the reefer and beer
And ya probably wondering how I can preach
When I can't even take my top off down at the beach
I

plenty to drink
Even now, I'm proud of all the queens and kings
Let's get loud don't take a bow and let the devil clip your wings
Show them how you

a regal all these films aye
Keep bitin' on her lip, I think she feel me
Call me by my government and think she know the real me
This ain't the sauce

This cup here got me burpin gin
Right now I'm real lit
You talkin but ain't heard that shit
Rings in my mind that a nigga be hurdling
I need more money

real if you ain't know
Bitch this shit ain't average I can't love on any hoe
See you put in work but you ain't on my level tho
Lil hoe did me wrong just

But I'm not stopping till a trillion
Keep on telling me to slow it down
Want nothing but revenue
Only hit you up when thinking sexual
Get my money in

Is it really wealth you are after or fame 
Dames getting dropped when their bosses say my name 
Influence or talent call a spade a spade 
I heard