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rounds and is aim to your throat
And up
Coming back up like some throw up
We boutta blow up (Yea, Yea)
Big booty bitch throwing 4s up
Straight out the H

I'm the boogieman, bitch, six six six six
And your baby coming through to the crib crib crib
Cause she know we always make that kitty drip, drip
Told

like extensions
When talent ain't matching the budget
Imma speak for something
I'm high with the towers in London I can see what's coming
I'm floating

in grain, the specific gorse  
in specific burning, giving, glare 
again from boll to wisp, which  
won't be the same as centering,   
surfacing can

the feelings you never would know, if you just looking at me
'Cause if you judge a book just only by the cover you'll never read what they wrote, oh

I have my

to the fam by the Sullivan
Hercules mulligan
When you knock me down
I get straight back up again
It's lent right now
Tryna think what I gave up again
Oh that's

meals
Say fuck this record deal,
I'm a graduating scholar, got me throwin just as met,
on my line when I holla
Pay me by tha hour, dey wanna fuck nothin,

common why lie. It's a cold world, people are evil, keep feeling like I've been here before, like I'm living again to my life's sequel. I'm caught in

Every time I take a pick of this you know I never slip
This is the words on a blimp
Another record and the damn quote again, life's a bitch
Money makes

as before
I don't want your product
Lost me in the waves being Made
By your lies left me there with No life vest
Drowning in the water
Weighed down with

town and put my mac down
In a Model X aint no need to try to gas 'round
Help me do this slight work
Other nights picket lines powered by your Nike Town

once, then I came back round again
Had left you in the dark, wasn't ready then
If you saw the person that I was
We would never be here with everything

the new llama
Automatic money coming
This shit like a escalator but we ain't goin down
Call of duty way I'm lasting she say she wanna fuck best believe we

to shine, yeah you know how it goes
I'm on top of the world, I don't see me coming down
Got a pocket full of twenties I will buy another round
Watch my fucks

well this is just how I feel 
I'm sorry it may not make no sense 
Don't have conscious, a monster within 
Feeling it take a breathe again  
I swear I

I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I

that bitch coming back now She wanna Xome back round but I won't let her in again

The road that leads to you bitch, is the same road that I wish I never

Its bout 12:58, in the capri from 88
Snacks and rubber run after that round 8
Pull up, gas station off the highway 
Pacing through the aisle,

The fuck from round 
Me/I ain’t got 
The time to deal 
With your nonsense/that meth got your 
Mind all fucked up  real shit you trippin bruh/I’m to grown

the world gon see it
This for the ones who shot me down when I was rapping in school
The one who pushed me round when I had holes in the shoes
This for

If I ever got to leave here by success
I wouldn't wait for you
I'd rather keep our thoughts in checkmate
And I've been hurting tryna pull
This out my

in, 11:30 come in, I (Aye)

Cardigan, cardigan (Yeah)
Swiping my card again (Click)
What am I purchasing
Is it your love again? (Nah)
I can not by that

(Quincy tell 'em)

Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What

If you know you know it’s what it’s been idk if I’m coming back
How im tryna get to the $ bout to become a lumberjack 
Electrocution when it get