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think things been so difficult
The ballistic woes inside now
People out here in need
Thank God you still jiggy
Life is vibes when you live inclined
Take

door conversations forgiven by blood
To understand truth and the weight it meant
Too much taken when we were young to get back to normalcy
Too much in

makin' this music no wonder the mixtape it sound like an album
(Ahh)

I was down and I came up wit a vengeance 
The life that I live do not come wit

think about living how they been
Drive by pop get shot hit pavement
Blood come out same color two fake kids
Thinking it's fine to be trynna seem they with

the door (Door)
Twelve tens, three twos
Or we could pick the fours (Options)
Rum's house
Mummy said "Don't smoke in the room" (No)
At one stage, we all had

for his live like a coward
Why you running? Why you running?
Dip him down
Trip him, stick, stick, stick and bounce
Where's his phone? Whip it out
That

the dude that says please, doors open up, in comes the breeze.
For one can live a little for a fee yet best things in life are free.
Another name Stoned

This ones for the fallin' who don't get to live
For the legacy you built that you couldn't give
All the drive to survive, couldn't make it out alive

his money

Now I'm joistin' all on live smoke and yo' partner, that shit funny
Shoulda asked the last nigga, I bet he knowin' that we ain't stuntin
Hop

thoughts embarrassing 
Paralyzing fear of mortality
I challenge it by livin on razor edge of my sanity
Introverted and anti  
No one extended hand to me 
All

spinin'
I'm spinin' tops on tins stops the wind
Stops the hard knock
Just knocked on the door to my soul
It's hard not to know this
Planet ain't my home

a bloodhawk
I'ma knock your jaw off
In the dark with astronauts
I see you down the road
Cut your limbs up and sell them to your folk
In the room like Tommy

(Message)

I know these niggas never thought that I would make it far
Sendin' Bizzies up and down the end, we gotta change the car
But I've been

soft as bread choppa cut em like a sandwich

Slidin' in that 2 door but you went and got it rented
All on facebook live on the block that same block we

to a ghost
60 some shots two 30s it's over
Got hit by four
I guess his luck ran out, he ain't have his four leaf clover
You know that this cracking push

(shady shit) 

Verse 2 

Tryna touch me an m 
So I’m getting it in (door talk)
In the kitchen 
Catch me whipping 
Like I was baking some bread (chef talk)

had arrived
Without Facebook I still go live
Three, two, one pull gun gimmie keys to the ride
You speak up get beat up
Drain blood by the liter
I'm

groove
Easily cross the dance floor I'll bust a move
Eeiny meni mini mo, we boutta bust yo door
Me and Melo boutta pull up with them two 4's 4's
Too cold

heat real fast
Talking your shit but I'm making fucking stacks
Imma put a bullet through your door yeah that's facts
I'm walking through the night with

off a pill
My OG he died in the ville
He told me keep it for real
I know some niggas that's hatin' on me
Cuz I'm tryna' do right by my fam'
I ain'

on the floor
That’s just him talking to his conscious tho 
He’s really fucked up in his mind I know
In this 69 world we in live in you can’t tell shit to your

on the streets been being shambolic
I see bro rise up the four door truck, floor the hot spot to the hydraulics
It's a shame that certain man don't live by

of the jeep the doors was missin whatever this shit keep rollin
Yea it was stolen but we pullin up doin walk downs wit a 556 let the bih keep blowin
We takin

Confidently walk in anybody door all nonchalant (lets go)
They see me wildin out but they security is not about
To fuck around I dumbed it down til you provoke