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Description and how it fit
Says nothing in a thousand words
Warnings have been sung by birds
You may have to face death but your words will

Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck

know we're here
Each day we cry about the things we think we know
Each day another set of diluted tears

Day in day out nothing stays the same
Breathe in

Man I
I been getting so fucking loaded in this bitch nigga
I, it's cuz like I been by myself and shit
And I just
I feel like I ain't have no one

rid of it by developing confidence it's
Easy if you see it from a different perspective
It's harder in the moment 'cause you're way more susceptive

response
But I think probably you may never if I'm being honest
Slimmest odds but I'll always check it
And send three or more each five days
If that's just

gone fuck this white bitch, but I started thinking about Emmett Till
You might wanna play with your bitch first before you play with us
Niggas think they

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

help me out
Vomiting inside your mouth
Your acumen's a talisman turned in a rocking chair
Cause you're the one that I think about as I twist my head

feelings but 1 ain't call representatives run away from the problems but I'm
Surrounded by elephants In the room of my zoo tryna figure out how
My mental is

Sitting here sipping and puffing on dank
Ain't no one perfect
Don't care what you think
Do what you do
and you make what you make
Smile in my face
But I

suck a dick
I gotta appointment with my self about the beating you haven't received

And i think i just bought ticket straight to hell
Fuck me up it

a surprise Santa's brought you nothing not because he forgot about you He just thinks you're ugly

Oh I'm getting lost for Christmas baby I'm nowhere to be

My missus, my love
Three-sixty-four days by your side
Thought that you had nothing to hide
But I saw you from up above
The one night a year I'm

lookin like it
You kant judge a Book By da kover gotta look into tha writing
Talkin too muxh about drugs and guns how he got indixted
He ain't even really

really, for really, for really
Nut on her Eilish she think that she Billie
She play with my Wonka, I ain't talkin' bout Willy

(Ha-ha-ha)
And they mad about

played in Belly
Sincere about every move, think with my head, not my belly
OG's put me on game, ain't nothing youngins could tell me
It's in my DNA since I

I've been going through it myself, you know I was never the type to judge
I came back to unexpected, now I'm fighting for your trust
All I think about is

She ended up on Skid Row
Tragic
Every time it rains she warmed the baby up in plastic
And all she can do was think about her momma's ashes like
If I was

I've been tripping over myself for a way to say I need you
Cause my heart it breaks when it's all by itself
I've been looking for the best way to
Say

know who bad for me
What if I'm rich nd they think about trapping me
What if i got it but still Ain't got nothing
I was doubted by many Im talking

I think about what else I can do for us like each day
Complacent ain't in my language, hey
I'm only up (don't look down)
I'm fucking up (you humble

doesn't care for us
I'm getting by on faith and trust
A wide range of emotion
Perpetual forward motion
Flying blind alone tonight
With nothing in my line

a million dollars, that's what it costs for these jewels
Might seem nice but I've never played by the rules
Catch me 120 at night, going vroom
Sexy muhfucker