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bag but don't bring shit to the table
So when I leave bitch, the whips coming with my like I'm Quavo
Ask about the Butch, he used to sell the shit by

knees at night
Speaking tongues to keep the evening right
Spirit moves when you speak it right
Young dumb cover Jon Jon Cus we heathen like
They’ll wash

way?


I've been putting everything in its place, as of late
My home, my dog, the bones of the dead around me
The furnace in between my legs
While

and make a deal
I got this guitar I love to play
It brings me heaven and hell each day
And I’m tired of living and fooling around
I got to put this guitar

on the magic mile
I tried to bring it on home but never made it home alive
One last time
I was only looking for a way to stop myself from drifting over the line

paying for it
New neck piece
New flood
Can't bring sand to the beach
It might turn into mud
My brother lil' kel he blood
And milk is my cousin
Young savage

me in
(They should've never let us in, oh no)
Woah
This the only life I know
(Nothing else)
Get the money, bring it home
(It's what we do)
This shit

speak when I get home

[Verse 1]
Baby can you not play on my phone
I hit it once she won’t leave me alone 
Pull up with that Sylvester Stallone 
Don’t be

pace
I never said this s*** was easy think i got what it take
I been out the mix I rather kick it by my doly
Them N**** hating on me and they don't even

cleavage out her top got me like damn
Shorty wanna bag a couple thots
Bring a couple home in the drop and I'm like damn
While we in the club we make it pop

wentworth
I'm coming for it all, Oh the gall he want the works
Ima make it wit the team but I ain't gotta make it first
Cause every young nigga tryna make it

When I'm by myself, in my head, it's another zone When I'm in the bed, read the text, then
I threw the phone Said she had it, I don't need it

my horn and
I just like forehead take em back home and
To the motherland, where nigga's belong in
All my belongings, my shit was stolen
Release my

Leonarda Cianciulli an Italian Lady
Was born out of rape and disliked by her family
She tried to kill herself twice at a young age
She married

go-getter, so at my arraignment
When my bond get set, one of my bitches gone bring it
They think we brainless, but I'm smart
And I'm building my status
So

her

She ain't goin home with you
I spit bars when I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world I'm hopin too, it's

Mail lady dropping it off and we lit
(We litty) we got them percs by the 'script
And I know trappers that's serving that pit
4, 000 bottles in VIPs
I got

also call it home

And I’ll build a porch
And craft a rocking chair
I’ll watch the morning breeze
Dancing around with your hair
There’ll be no room for

swing so hard trynna get these G's
'Cuz I'm In this game just trynna make it to the major league
'Cuz I'm In this game just trynna bring it home for

her lil ass on go
I'm outside today with Bo like let's play ball I'll drop my Lo
Any car came Thru dis bitch and shot at us ain't make it home
If you

Ghost the way she make it shake and some more
We been throwing shit all night she might just take home the floor
Drink expensive tilt the glass and slow

as joke this life is what you make of it
Theres times where you're home and you have no hope
Someday you will get sick off it
I feel like Belmont they

Bible right up on my night stand
Angels right by my side that's my right hand
I told God I'm ready when the flight lands
Let it be your will your flight

I drive I'm by myself

I keep my thoughts locked up for bout some weeks
I need it clear in my head to release
People rappin bout nothin don't even