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in the middle of the fall out Ohh
Yeah don't try to live in the moment
When the feelings ain't right and
Everybody condone it
Or you stuck in the past

drink like your middle name was bender
Contester like high vis covered in leather
Lest we forget unless we're together
Half cut but yet I'm grateful for

banga line dolla sign
Hundred gran fast dem a say-it is a sign
Extrovert mi antisocial pocket fat up wid  a coil
Inna di middle adi night yah sleep we

road 
Plus I'm only 14 years old and making bangers 
I've got 10 fingers 
But I'm only holding up the middle one

Cause I'm lachlanlfc 
L a c h l a n l f

of my head is embedded
So I gotta go get this shit down by my lonely
Because I'm headed straight to the top
Or my grave ill rot
Remember in eighth grade

a middle man, check for the business fam 
Only checks you getting stay on the Instagram bitch 

I do not want no “hey!”
I do not want no thanks, glory to God

4:30 a.m. July 28
In the middle of a storm, never touchin' the brake
I drove like a bat outta hell
Down that lonely ol' four lane

With the bright

pills
Raised in an upbringing where hustling paid bills
Money clips for the the franks, koi fish for the tanks
I seen the shady when I was a young baby
By

bought you flowers
Painted pictures of success
With your heart in the middle

I wish I was the one for you
I wish I was the one for you
I wish I was

Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up

This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two

and spread love
Finding purpose is dreaming, it's where we came from

A living prophet, the Bible, my middle name from
Got brothers the same color, struggle's

by my dawg house
Ain't wanna make you obligated baby we can talk it all out
I start the lingo with the tongue until it's wet I turn you over

like a drummer
It's crazy cuz what I'm armed wit really look like a leg
Facing fruit by the foot nigga like a kick in the head
Ya born ya eat ya sleep ya

a lot just little
My mind like a broke down ride, always stuck in the middle of the road
Never know whether to go in the direction of what's expected

smoke, full of that coke

I'm ready for more
Needed some more, I cleared with the old, put that on the road, stayed on my toes, got
Some more blow and fill

cnd I can give a damn if I sell a single album. 
I made this shit for me 
Just to prove it to myself, 
But it ain't no mystery 
That the road to be

it's the truth
You rappers stay capping
I got bars by the truck load
Middle finger to the fuck boys
And the dumb hoes
Cooking like gumbo
Ball like

awake
This like the lick of a flame
This like the cold you feel before the pain
This like a paper aeroplane flying straight through the middle

to the middle side
Off the road and drinking till I die
You know what I got, give me my respect and all my rights
Never been on that, shit get litty when this

he's gonna be the one to find us a better way
(a better way, a better way…) (Y.A., help me sing…)

Now listen as the siren goes by
It's another

sarayna

Put respect upon my name darg
We ballin like sum A - starz
Might pull up a rental suttin special not no a class
Might see me onda road but me

right down the middle, like Yachty
Put good gas in it and get out my body
I'm in and out of my city so much
I don't even know why I come back
I don't even

Made Man

O

Caught Up

1998

vaguely remember the day we met, see it had rained
the road over, on Soppovada was wet
And my car wasn't, huggin the terrain
So there I came into her

body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all 
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by