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make this money baby gotta get paid
Sayntt bout to get that cake
Blades bout to penetrate
If you touch mine V&V gonna send a hit
Riden with the duffel

The beats hub yoh, for real
Hashtag easy, hashtag free
This is to all my brejins you know
Say for real

Yoh, don't rush me that's my pace
I don't

Gotta keep applying pressure
Walk a line you can't measure
I had to get life together
Knowing hard days get better

I never doubted my fate
I had

than comfortable
But remember
Money can't comfort you
Just a means to an end
You gotta let it work for you
Get some assets
So you can sit on your ass

completed person
But the pussy had you broken can't be fixed by any surgeon

Shawty bring in back come and touch them toes
Shawty know she bed she ain't got

all day through
close my eyes all I see is you
yes I´ll stay here beside you stay

Stay by my side you`re the air that I breath tonight
all I want is

is cool
Stay in your pocket, this is pool
Blah, blah, blah, blah ’bout trauma
You ain’t special, everybody got problems, uh

Sorry I’m not empathetic

is cool
Stay in your pocket, this is pool
Blah, blah, blah, blah ’bout trauma
You ain’t special, everybody got problems, uh

Sorry I’m not empathetic

Cause you mine for the night

Baby girl we got issues
And lots of them we can't tell
She moving on feeling better
I hate that she feeling well
This ship

you touch
I have to escape this by any means, and I'll do such
(And I'll do such)
Make—making, making magic
Make—making, making magic
Make—making,

of understanding
The heart bandit
Love language the most handed
Down in the
Bayou where water flows by you
U tired to
Combine two
A feen to my touch
This must be

You can show me all you love, but not a fan of the fame 



I just put my heart on everything I touch, that’s a double tap

I aint tryna make you cry

Goyard
And now all these niggas subpar
Living life like I wanted to saying thank you to God

Do this shit for Chino and DC and my brother
Told my mother

killing emcees this is my weapon of choice
I don't need any bullets all I need is my voice
To get the job done
You suck, man I'm awesome
If you don't wanna

friends for like…ever
Can you answer, I know your not sleeping cause I know for well that—I can't even speak straight I'm not….
Cause I know you're awake

guts
Pain steals from her face
Her open hand I won't touch
And she's wasting away
I hate my fucking weakness
My wrongness, my blood!
But I can't call

this day would come
You said you gave your all
And was left with none
But we can both be spared
But you don't think that's fair, thats fair

You can't

heaven gotta ghetto?
I ask myself "I wonder
If heaven gotta ghetto?"

See, I'm living on earth
Let me tell you whats this black life's worth
Nothing but

And keep expecting me to save you, right
And I heard it
That's good
Fuck antidepressants, by the way
I ain't never touching that shit
Don't touch that shit,

hear your name,
A love so pure, it can't be tamed.
With every sigh, every tear,
I hold on to this love, so dear.

Chorus:
Oh, unnamed love story, written

name on everything that you touch

I wanted to stop but I couldent let me
A perfect fit for the void I was empty
Insecurities fueled by others envy

Touch, shit got a kick, like
Beam on a blick can't miss
He not a shooter he oot in my spliff
Like keep a Lilo I cannot get stitched
He dead, tell by

this thing
I'm ahead by far like the sounds of the guitar
I'm attached to certain strings
You've got to jump over the hurdles
To earn your wings
Truth be

st Raphael saint of the youth accompany him the way you accompany Tobaiah
Go with him wherever he wants to go to on this music destroy o Father Lord