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this special event
That's gonna take place in my bedroom
Because you heaven sent
30 mins done went by
Now you wondering where heaven went
Gotdamn baby

feeling out no form
Giving three for 25
You can hear me on my horn
Me and niggas by my porch
Come natural I don't force
Head nappy still boul
Bust traps

and Snapchat
What do you know
I end up scrollin' past an old fling
Back in the day
Mann she used to be a cold thing
30 years later 6 kids and no rings
She been

becomes simple. simple Easy (3). Easy As 1 2 3, breezes in waikiki. the feeling it brings to me. sowed in the seems, the pieces placed in, my fam friends

Share my blaps like beat maps, break down senses
Show me what you're feeling like, doctors make your nerves flinch
The unintelligent will get stuck like

a Telfar bag she carry 30 in it
Shawty said love me but she playing with my feelings
Smoking on the finest drop ashes on my Amiri's
And you know its Za za
We

could I feel the pain mom be feeling
Packs been stuck in remission
I sell a kilo a day and that's all that I'm getting
Snorters stay knocking they mad

controlled by that fake news
Open your eyes you got to realize
What's true and what's not eyes on the prize
Cuz they try to hide what is right
Put yourself

food, trees, and drink don't leave us feeling so well
We need health and wealth, can't have 1 without the other
And as a culture we got to learn to uplift

dreams
So yet another blunt I steam
To clear my mind aways
But for the first 30 days
All you heard from me was pain
And all I could see was your face

I pulled up to this bitch already bored I'll dismiss
Myself out the door text or or call to find me
By now I'm doing... only 30
In that same fuckin

drinking jungle juice
Won't give this bitch the world I got the juice though
Getting back the groove and I'm feeling just like Kuzco
Playing in the league

coming back
That's just the rules that's how it go
My money ain't my time bitch cause I got cash to blow
I call the plug I cop my rizzys by the O
That's

don't mix well
And you said the first was a Sure thing like Miguel
But only hate remains if it don't go as planned
State to state up and down I30 hocus

ankles
Doubt assailing me from every single angle
Missing more than I thought; besotted and beside myself
But living the days out, blaze out or smoking

can tell by the fabric
I keep my day ones close we always pistol packing
Uh yeah we always pistol packing

Poking out my throat, words of hatred feeling stuck
Trying to tell myself I'm trash, tell myself to lose all hope
Man I feel like trash, it do be like that

on a mask no face no case
I hit the gas catch me no way
I know they mad at me okay
I get the bag sunday monday
Extended mag on me all day
Yeah, turn me up

Trying to save my people don cheadle hotel rwanda sequel
Emotionally the backboard after coming in contact with shaq diesel
Shatter my feelings win

Getting picked up by my best friend
Heading home now, feeling loved now
And we pull up on my street
But I realize I can't get inside
'Cause I lost my

them days i was doing it tough
Now its all gucci and life's on send
Yeah i make one call now we all on a bend
Go heat that plate 98 degrees
30 Seconds is

wage
Either way the final destination end up in the grave
I wanted to reach six figures by the age of 30
Made it at 28 and so I finished early
Didn’t

on this 8th
Im riding slow when I blow on this reefer
Buy it by the weight
She like the taste my mouth that winter fresh 
Im brushing with Colgate
I rarely

All this pain trapped inside they can't feel my stress 
Even on your worst days I was trying my best 
Had me feeling like a dead star crushed my