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my DM, best believe that I hit that
Ima braggin, cocky little mutherfucker, really came from nothing, I was mold in the struggle
Don't give a fuck bout

a problem to drop 'em
In a neat little decor
With my mommy, I should've played more
I don't like you
I don't love you
I don't even wanna know your name
You

about it
The wrong shit is important, don’t wanna be around em
We are not the same
Till I give my mom a milli I got money to make
ASL, my actions speak if

they looking at to recruit
Oh you want a gray jersey? eh. Just give him the boot
Tradition is a great reality
But you’re looking at it like it is

a savage fucking with a bitch like stallion, give a little dick and I go
You ain't no challenge funny mother fucker Fallon, if you think a young nigga won't

gearing up
For something that's so special no you'd never give it up
Procrastinated for so long it nearly ate me up
They asking me how long I been doing

You know ion never mess with these hoes
I ain't worried bout em all I see you
You ain't worried bout a soul and it shows
You be curving everybody

for freedom
With a valid visa
We don't need 'em
No hands, its freedom
Flip flop, mountain top, when it comes I gotta rock
No rhyme or reason
Just a phase, hit

Mama I rap
Mama I really should trap
My niggas they watching my back
All my pencils I take 'em and scratch
I'm tryna cook up a batch that no nigga

out
Please give me a hand in being a man
So I can put the pen to the pad
Hit em with your vision when I get on the tracks
Independent all I need is your

grip what's in the back pack
Real rap I made the trooper give the pack back
Man I'm blessed she ain't check under the black mat
You can't tell me lay low

hard i know he gone choke 

Niggas be rat just bate em with cheese 
Trapping with money we throwing up 3s
Trap stay  boujee but shit could get mean 
4Qr

Leave now the place out there, safe
Bring that shit, so we split, i’ve been there
Fredo, help me while i was hustling
My mind on fire
Little bitty bitch,

They try to tell me what I can, what I can't do
Lookin at em like, I don't understand you
You never really know what life's gonna hand you
So I'ma do

matter what happened before
And no matter what's happening now
Just know that God got ya
Ay Deshawn, let em know bruh

Alright
Alright
Everything is gon be

suffocating
It's real and I'm stuck debating
If I really wanna put forth an effort
Or maybe I should give up forever
But, I don't wanna feel like I'm self

No taken a break
Got my bread up I'm layerin cake
Hard in the paint shittin on em nuts in the face
I love how you hate it's making me great
Get out

it's Payday, baby
And I'm blowing em away like my AK crazy
If you got grey hairs then you prolly hate me
I don't give a fuck you an eighties baby
I don't

And then I am gon slide. I'll call when I'm close by
Slide on a late night
Steady chasing fetty in the day time
Said she wanna see me, Told her facetime me

fucking ghost
In a room by my mutha fucking self
Wait, talk to em
Pictures that I'm painting, funeral arrangements
For any nicca tryna step in my way
Y'all

blang
Ice come from Johnny Dang
Still got these bitches on my line
Man they driving me insane
All of them tryna give me brain
Little do they know that

It's a trip how it go
Can't sit till I know
Innocent, little kids, get a fit when I call
When I call it
Boss is LVL 
Pause it
Trouble phrasing words

never gonna go and solve em
Told me boy you be lookin hella funny
Rappin' so bad gotcha lookin' like a dummy
But God came to me and told me that I need

Cover all puddles
Might step on it
Making everyone dirty
Leaving em puzzled
I dont want shit infront of me
Give me a pen and a paper
Those are stacks