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just sitting by the trap
If a girl say she love me then I don't believe her
I don't wanna hear your shit like I'm Holyfield
Busting nuts and next thing

letter
In the alphabets
Shut it all down while I'm grinding
Yea the weights don't cry when I'm pumping
Got know nobody gon miss you
But the dogs by

Girl you a shooting star got all these niggas wishin'
She the type to make a nigga ask for permission 
Hair done, nails done, you wit it
Excuse me

when you decide to reflect
Like how the people who're you people aren't gon pull to the end
But that's a concept that I think I've spent too much time

existent
I've been feeling like I'm drownin' groundin' down these ounces just to keep my sanity
If they sleeping on me fuck 'em cut 'em off and duck 'em

my life
Cause really I deserve to die
Lost count how many times, that I made my Mama cry
She doing happy dances now, but excuse me while I testify

been driven
Please excuse my ignorance
I been
Making plots to get my niggas out this living
Ain't no pot to piss
Make a nigga think so different
I got

needing this grunge, lead with the drum
Breathe and you'll see the meaning of the things I've become

That's a wild buck
Meet me, see the being don't give

You tore me apart
Was it love from the start
When I think back on our moments I Shoulda been smart
Shit I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see The signs

of wish that they did 
I feel this like has passed me by
Stuck inside
Forced to hide
Wasting the best years of my life
Making up the memories I never got

Excuse me as I go, and set me as your ringtone, so when you feel alone, you know I'm calling your phone
It's getting a little late, and I still have

Can’t forget they did me wrong
I think bout it every day
And I know once I get on
They gone all be in my face
Tryna holla at da kid
Like they ain’t front

I'm a cold mother fucker
I've been that way since I was a little boy
Hey, it ain't cocky
It's confidence

Time to get back to it
Think these niggas

got a Gomez, Selena face
My grandmother seen me like
"How do that TEC work?"
Osama bin Laden, nigga, how did his jet work?
I'm still in the streets
I do

a way

Ooh, I'm impatient
When I think about ya I get anxious
I know I've been away
But there isn't a day that goes by
I don't try to remember your face

barred ya damn neck
Back for more give me the floor
I think it's time to settle the score
The letters on the Ouija board form the bars that I record

someone complained 
Excuse me, I've just been married and I'd like a dance with my father 

So I said dance with him now and she shook her head no 
I want

Are we playing games tonight? I think you've had one too many
I never can tell by morning light if you really mean all the things that you tell me

First off if you think i shot H in a video then you stupid, see they mad but it’s fuck the excuses, cuz to me this shit bigger than music, think it’s

like they eat sand

Three cans
It's just me and yaga we on a two man
Nigga bump the tracks but think I'm pussy ima lose a fan
I like to rap
But just

And passed it on to the next n***a like life sucks 

And
I've fucked up, cataclysmed my life up
from havin comma money down to not even five bucks 
And I

that you can’t go
Fuck the show
We got shit jumping at the studio
In house
Who is that?
Me, Curtis, and Espo
Espo going beast mode on a beat
Woah
As if I

I wish someone would come and set me free.


My Daddy got distracted by his pretty young wife

He was never satisfied with how I fit in his new life.

that, you ain't on that
I got the big ting, cool like the long back
You want a problem? Ayo I got that
I've got the G2 stashed in the Bombat
Yeah, tell