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what's fashionable, your tracks ain't flammable, ahh
I got a few questions, lemme ask 'em, yo
Tell me, is sticking to my roots so radical?
When I say

think I'm verified
Everything I speak be the Veritas
Feelin' low, think I'm baritone
So I write what's right, no homophone
Niggas weird like homophobes

to pray 
She like to pray
She like to pray
He like to party
He like Bacardi
She praying for em
She like her gospel
She Pentecostal
He like, "You Boring"
She

the plug tell em that the door locked and I need them keys,
Rappers always fucking lying wish you niggas couldn’t speak,
I never been the type to be but

couldn't speak
Daddy left me a bastard, he ain't rich as me
Lil' bitty bitch gotta move faster
Tryna get the tea jumped the boy
Why I'm scared to run from

ain't talkin with that double barrel down his mouth
Speak up before they at ya momma's house lil nigga
Everybody on the floor. Tell me what I need to know

tryna got to the source,
They say the most powerful weapon you can use is your voice,
Tell that to the deceased shot by crooked ass police,
Forget yall

my pawns
So hands on but boy we bear Arms
Lit my neck up now you can peep my charm
They wanted me broke
Ain't wanna see me get on
But I found my way in

bare minimal
You got targets I hit em all
You got goals I did it all
It's not my fault that I win it all
My worst is your pinnacle
Tell me something that

Yeah shouts to RAW Papers
I'm rollin' up as we speak

Hold up nigga, what's your angle
Nah man, we don't fuck with lame-o's
My niggas old school like

on his way home, & I'm supposed to say just stay strong?,

They bullying that lil boy,
The second he decide to fight em, dispatch is deployed,
His father

bout to speak, this blood I'm spilling
Tell the nurses, the bag, I can fill it
I couldn't pass out, I'm pouring out pints
This what happen when ego

when The G boutta speak
I can't even go in public in peace
Forty pairs of jays, none of em creased
Diamonds blue and red, call the police
Counting green,

Misuse to leave clues or maybe
Me and you's the problem
And never should speak of 'em
But—burning bridges, burning bridges
Shit—It could all be so simple

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony
Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly
And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me

of
It's still coming motherfuckers
Tell em son
All you hype ass motherfuck niggas
Word

Fuck y'all nigga. Lost cause
Lost cause in this bitch nigga
I don't

get it poppin
They wanna know bout my gang so they tryna stalk em
I know the fake by the way that they be talkin
Get out my face if you aint finna go

This the shit I write so I can show em when they asking spit a
16 boy I know that you be rapping really
I be chilling in my denim gimme nomination

show em what cam about
We be tripping on the family tree can't stop from branching out
It's eight pm in AZ We looking for the Ladies
Out at west gate

You speak to the lost
Yet you really a reapa

I'm so done with these sermons
Only preach on that grace

Please go Tell em bout hell
And how Jesus can

been waitin on big Ø to drop



Just tell em be patient


Cuz ill be creatin 


Until my cremation



Because quits is just a call that i wont be makin'

what I say I know
I'm tryna tell the whole planet the story
Cause this is the life I chose

Step by faith fasho
People they watch what I'm doin
Thirteen

Sledgren dreamer on the beat, wake up

Young nigga do this shit with ease huh
By any means
Couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing