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ain't just tobacco my man
Without a smoke, I wouldn't know what else to do with my hands
It's an awkward conversation exit all the time plan
An ice

up with the gang
This is how we get down
In the streets, time to get it
Love that loud, hate that midget
Watch your back in the streets
From them

we're lined up in the field by 2
I got homies being lined up in the field by 2
And every time I go to the courts, I'm being judged by my appearance as if

on molly (Prolly' me on molly)
Stayin' by my lonely, Ion' fuck with nobody
I'm tired of the bitchin', damn I'm sorry (Damn I'm sorry)
Damn I'm sorry, Ion'

black lungs
through my feelings, they're not gonna get back entire
So what's wrong? 
Give me a chance

Strike me up and down if you want it
Let me misure

a line? 
I made it - where you at? - Back at home? 
You a fucking lie 
O wait o wait I made it made it wait -  wait I made it wait 


Send your 10 digit

patience I'm sorry, I hate it
I know for a fact they'll just use up my talent
And fuck with my balance, it feels like paralysis
I should be galloping back

on tour
So we decided to keep it basic and just talk on the phone
Make plans to do a grand when I made it back home
Cuz you would make it feel right when

I say

Mass information assimilation got me filled with
Highly volatile hostile crazy wild ill shit
Cold rhymes get laced by the sick slang singer

Bodies under my bed
These voices in my head
It's life or death between you and I which ones gonna wind up dead

I'm... well prepared for your bastard

and plain
Jesus Is LORD, can't nobody do it better
Looking to stand firm
Let me show you how
We ain't givin' up, we come too far to turn back now

Carry

Bodies under my bed
These voices in my head
It's life or death between you and I which ones gonna wind up dead

I'm... well prepared for your bastard

up by slaves in South Africa
Makes me wonder why motherfuckers like shitty P-Diddy are rapping, huh?

I'm furious!
Why?
Are you curious?
Cause furies

Performing and winning
Were still benefiting
Line up the plan with the fam I'm becoming a man with the dots connecting them
The elders and OGs are teaching me

had a plan
Would rather die by a gun than ever fucking settle
Boy you know I ain't the one I'm pushing on the peddle
Too many drop out cop out losers

Mike
(Jack)
9 PM I hit her her back
Just woke up from a light nap
4 AM still talking to me dirty
On the slight chat
Face timing face open my phone
She

Don't you know that I'm Goat Huh
Been the man, not a joke
Never fold when my back against the rope
Calling shots on the block, getting praise like

flexing for the gram my nigga
Im just tryna go and buy my mother land my nigga
Hating cause you wasnt in the plan my nigga
Look
Walk a mile up in shoes
Im

wreck
Up by the neck
In the body of the Savior, I reside
While his spirit dwells inside me
Sharing all the Intel
Telling me the end of the tale
Giving me

the middle of the summer no ceiling fan
And Enoch Dad took his blue mini van
So we back to riding bikes to circle K
Had to roll up
So I cop a 3 for $2 dutch
I

issue was I was too fucked up to write bars
Hell, my ass thought I woke up on a hotel in Mars
I was flying my spaceship, I was hoping by the stars
Then I

of me
You're holding me back I'm feeling to trapped
And I notice now what I want to be
New guy with a new vision with a new plan right in front of me
I'm

on blackjack, cocaine, gold chains
And bitches is worthless
The essence of my habit's
Is twisted and prolific
It’s been predicted that I would
Die by my own

to live I work just to give
Back to the people that made me the fam the believers that's
Always been the plan ever since I started to rap
And decided to put