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it inna wood
Only thing that’s sweet is deals when you’re in my hood
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t always like this
Against the odds, constantly hadda

livin' by the gun again
Left me in the dust and wind
Never put no trust in them
Still rain when it's sunny
Either it's pain or it's lovely
Both hands

seem
Raise the curtains up, another act, another scene
We just keep hitting restart whipin' the tablets clean
Then
Dip me by my ankles and give me

Sky 
Drown inside my own ah ah 
Pack light this time

I am always on time
Good God, u called right
This lane is all mine huh 
Paid in full to get by huh

You don't got to question my loyalty cuz you know I got it
Shawty always trying to prove a point it low-key got me plotting
Dead prezis on your head

The song I play is in a joyous key
Though it often ends in tragedy
It seems I'm always walking in a shadow

Of an impending storm drawing near
So I

Riding by myself cause bitch I'm always on a bag chase
I'm slow motion in that fast lane
Pulling off a act for the racks me and ANT JAME$
I be out the mix

time you'll grow and know
I just nodded and moved on
On the next flight back home
Heart heavy
Couldn't think too long
Back in my habits
By the time too

ain't even make the team
Just a failed hoop dream
Now he think he can sing
As if I'm two different people
But I've always been me
You just see how you see

night , oh)
The weather feels nice
That breeze
On my scalp
To cool me down
With the drop top
On Egyptian highway
Let me just say
Y'all by the way
This is

Not used to getting time to think; too busy trying to focus
Always scraping plates to eat; I stay skinny by starving
I lay low
I lay low
I lay low
I'm

you'll know my name
What I know is I'ma keep going big
Always just changing
What I heard is you don't produce write
Or mix your own vocals
Even one

Motherfucka
A lot on my mind but not on my plate
Plot on my grind, never fueled by hate
Make a plan, fuc a hand out, find make a chase
Claim the 7, take

Money was always a fetish
Stash and stack it the way that did it
Now we Gon stack it and spend it
Ditmas baby holy finna make the world go crazy
Look

big that's the main attraction
Stacks on stacks never fade to black, son
Rocks on the moon walk like Michael Jackson
Got the squad by my side always

ain't never scared of nothing
Be careful of the enemy he's always up to something
You don't have to struggle he wants to carry your burden
He is

to let the act go cause there's no more casting
Need the money, get the bread
Shordie freaky, giving head
Never shooting, no one dead
Always hustle, mama

I loved you, hell I think I still do
Were you scared away by me feeling too much too soon
What are you looking for that I don't have
Did you

so hot gonna melt
Always by lonely, looking for the old me
No good at showing my emotions what she told me
Think I'm feeling Crown Royale, sitting

Never give love to the days I was greyed out
Always give my best at every occasion
Hope dried up they looking like raisins
Picture myself ice cold

your blood and we can call it a skit
I be taking dubs when I watch you lay in the pit
I'm the big dog, always chasing bricks with a big log
40 on my

hire
And we be getting it in, always playing for the win
I swear by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin
You motherfuckers squealing like a fucking pork

on a vacay
We stay on the move
Tell them where we coming from
If you haven't heard
I go by Holy Phil, No Holy Ghost
And if you didn't know
It's true, I hold

in real life, But they fake it well
I done been crossed a couple times by them snakes
Oh well
Turned them L's into lessons
And now I'm raising hell
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