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just look at Twitter instead
45 minutes go by I ain't left my room
Feel like I'm just wasting my time and watching YouTube
People yell at me from all

horrible
Maybe I feel the pain of things very forceful
Steep chore to reach out and be vocal
Maybe I'm too weak to be less meek
And plunge instead it's real

Always taking low lives
Never taking no for an answer this is my time
Yeah I'm known from block to home
Straight out blown to grown
Back upstream I float

own nothing
I just cooked a 10 piece box
For my own brother
Dumped yo bitch got trash ass box
Like a old dumpster
Stopped that nigga right in his tracks

acts was breakin' every week and I had to discover
From back in the days, and yet I'm still up in this rap phase
I'm from a era way before the whole trap

I'm in this for life
And I'm never giving up till we make things right
God gave me this voice, so I can't stay quiet
They can't kill this love, I'll

sit
Too right with a man, living a life for 
Supply and demand, I would rather die
Than sit here and do that, oh yeah and god
I don't even get what he's

expensive habits, saying I deserve a meal
And it's coming, swear to God it's coming
News whip quiet, I swear to God it's running
Too click buying, I'm rarely

devastated
This ain't up for no debate
You cross the line and end up legless
I'm not speaking metaphors
Trip lines on your porch daily
Bitch, I bring a force

the bitch face sloppy
Sauce God, bitch, I go by "Mr teriyaki"
I can teach you how to
Punch like I'm Mr miyagi
Shooting for the stars 'cause I
Been near

name
This world is too evil I'm going insane trying to make something out of my name
I got low self esteem and I'm not that great shit isn't easy it's

I’m back to bring these cats to school
Get back to the extravagant
This wack shit fuckers mumbling to tracks is
Just a cancer with
A freshman class like

trynna run off
Get dat bag up
I got pill poppin niggas wit me
Killin shi
Mama told me grow up slow
When you get old its realer here
I lost too many fallen

lows on these broke hoes
I got rich off the shit you put in your nose
Chop on me when I'm sliding down Melrose
Watch for the hellos, everybody don't sell

use it or something
I ain't no dummy
But Look y'all wanna know what I been on where I'm at
Same old same old
I'm on my toes nigga
From the concrete I

I'm ready for sun new opps
So I can smoke some new za
Y'all ain't ready for my crew ah
You gon meet my shootahs
Y'all sum bitches ain't gon do nun
Why

increase
And now my old worries is now my new laughs
And I'm still tryna turn this old dolla to some new cash
They give me a reason to celebrate 'cause

I'm a restless soul
Even when it's all so simple
Why I call on reasons to be shameful
Why I can't ride a high for too long
Highly sensitive, any mistake

Am gonn make it and I'm coming home alive. I
I just never ever ever ever got it right


I just never got it right
But I'm thankful for the guys
Cos

on this track for your boy real quick
Let's go
Yo Yo Look
Pardon me if I seem a bit interrupted, but I'm missing something
Or the culture taking Christ out

know
I'll give you loving till the break of dawn 
Make mi know when you're ready for the cadence yeh
Just a minute mi nah guh take too long 
Can tell

she gave me a kiss
All I'm thinking is I did this
Shit part of me says one life experience checked off the list
What's next for this sun kissed abyss

to this corporate life
I'm thinking bout the reasons I been single all my life
Remember growing up, we really lived by ball is life
Now we play every now

Never made it out of this stupid city
Never took a chance 'cause it seemed too risky

And I don't give a fuck if you think I'm clingy
If you never want