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I've been running from you 
Don't know what else to do 
Im so drawn by your pull 
I might drown in a few 
I need a drink or too 
Fall back madly in

I barely remember the 8th grade
I barely remember the 8th grade
Mom got a heart attack
Carried around a suicide note in my backpack
Sat in the back

What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where

Yeah, i'm a young boss
You right call me yes sir
Spit more verses than a pastor
Slow to speak, so I think faster
But you niggas won't relate cause

looking for a snare, all we find is trash

Peace to each of the homies but sometimes the only way to create is by my lonely
Especially when the jam is hard,

me, chase my dream, then I caught it
Nightmares of me by myself, I was haunted,
If you wanna be with me then you gotta be all
In the bathroom of this

tell ya bout that boy Jon Doe
With his tummy rumblin
Got a sister back home
And his mom's a junky
Blowin through the cash flow
Aint no luck job huntin

Saturdays are for the boys
But this one?
This one's for my

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Getting a big bag right now looking like the cash emoji
In a V12 come down you know I wasn't gone past him slowly
See the details in my drip what made you

Got a vendetta
Menace to the agenda
Back to the sender
Couldn't render
Under attack
I won't surrender
Spirit bomb
Right feels wrong
And the opposite

do everything he does with ten tonnes on their backs
Ya thirsty? You keep on moping around 
If you wanna take the piss then open your mouth 
Eww, mate!

the city on a Lockdown.
H.E.C and I burst it up
I was 12 when I started to f*** shit up
How I came this far is a Mystery
All these boys celebrate little

the needle drown
Judas, you was pen pals with the Gentiles
So if this The Last Supper we gone eat it now
Eat it now nigga
This that
This that I just got back

come from, cuz where I come from-from-from-from
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Everybody born by the chalk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay

days I wish can go back to my childhood memories  
Them days seem so far away what can I say 
A LA Eazy came along way 
That was the last time a nigga

dominion
Untouched by nobody
Not the devil or his minions
His work on the cross
Actively saving millions
See the God man in His right hand is the sceptre
In

them boys keep on swinging this shit
Lil bro grab the mop and start cleaning this shit

I grew up watching my cousin nem bagging it 
Always knew ill grow

you dead
Ain't gon take back what I said
Imma lego and build upon it
Mind your business like Onnet
Excuse my word vomit

And so
The boy exposes his

on a roll
SRT I been all on the road
Had some nights it was cold
Have to grind
Know I live by the code
Now I’m in my mode
Sinatra getting bigger he bought

and begone
All these people beyond, keep bleaching their thoughts
Yo lets throw a little dirt in it and see what becomes
So I called my boy Maneikis, he said

Here comes the boy from the street of no hope
But everything feels A-Okay if I roll this dope
See, what I've done is to blow Mary Jane
Every now

can rest when you dead
Ain't gon take back what I said
Imma lego, and build upon it
Mind yo' buisness like Onnet
Excuse my word vomit

And so
The boy

For the low, for the low
Too high I can't come down
Bad bitches roll my blunts now
All these rap niggas my sons now yea
Whatever go round come right

bout to check
You a broke boy you not making no sense
I got this green on my body like Grinch
Wante got a tool he might pull out a wrench
Its all on her