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to the motherfucking ceiling
Why you leaving, know I gave you twenty million reason
Thought our love is something we believe in
Guess I was mistaken
Now you taken, by

be better yet obviously 
P-E-T-T-Y 
AF

When I was at the bottom you would just hate
Now you got problems and I think it's great
Empathy something that

getting nowhere in life if I don't pick my own fucking head
I can't believe I ever associated with you, get the fuck up out my life
Get out my phone, get

playing
Yeah, visions of you in the new McLaren
Riding by, everybody be staring
When i'm with you, I don't be caring
I don't be caring what all these people

or
Heaven or hell, wish me well
Deliver us from evil
I ain't ducking I believe in God's grace uh (God's grace God)
This ain't no gospel trap, and we ain't

I know its something going on
But I just gotta figure it out
I feel it all up in my gut
Tryna find out what the fuck its about
I call your phone but

Pleased to meet you, I still won't tell you my name
Don't you believe in my mysteries?
Don't you wanna play in my games?

Cause tonight I'm living in

inside of my school
All the demons have something in common
They want you down and not evolving
Show me a sign and I tell that you possessed
I feel like

Bought A Tool

Southside

Still Swervin

2019

and keep getting high
We gon' decide who we see outside
See it already now just spin one more time
This Glock 45 stay right by my side
We in the front

your face in a minute
Been looking, nowhere to be seen
Man, where you been? Checking for your new songs daily
The wait gets worse by the week
I wonder

the fraction
Can’t believe I seen Cash in her casket
R.I.P. Long Live A Bad B****
Ain’t worried bout making no club hit
Just give me the blunt I’ma stuff it
Got

problems yeaaa, no recollection of me running,
Don't believe in giving up P 4th down I'm never punting,
I was stuck by myself down in that fucking dungeon,

Big Girl

Dead Obies

Dead.

2019

On a Leer, in a robe, by the sea, on a boat
Scuba diving to the reef
Smoking reefer by the shore, Goddamn I swear
Life is gorgeous, life is gorgeous
But

I'm a real ass P don't give a fuck about no thooter
Hit it from the back pull her hair I'll abuse her
I don't like them young there's just something

something for
And you don't really do it
Fuck you wanna stand next to a nigga like me that really do it and you don't do it
Get the fuck from by me mane
Feel

say
I'm just a boy from the burbs they think that I'll be nothing
But I'm that boy from P-burg and I know I'll be something
20 thousand in my city I'm

hot believe me
Don't give a fuck about my face being on TV
I'm knee deep in great work
My life on this page first
Bigger fish to fry get money til I lay

get another me
Not in your lifetime
Always pull through
In the clutch
I got perfect timing
Never rush
If you tryna stand next me
Show something
Most

All this pain in my heart
But I still remain strong
I heard niggas out to get me
So I gotta keep a chrome
Why the fuck these niggas tweaking
What

to the beach, bump Weezy where it's breezy
She always gotta tease me, came fast best believe me
In the speedlift bumping Heavy got two shorties in the Bentley

gotta have no sex just yet
Cuz you know I'm infatuated and motivated by the silhouette
But this is beyond just physical
Because what I'm really falling in

somethings I still ain't get
And if you think I'm messin wit death then homeboy you gotta go
Tho I don't believe in karma, I know you reap what you sow
Call me

YA FEEL IT

(laugh)
sup my nigga, 
ayye check out this lil verse no what im talkin bout
lil something i had did for this here, 
i think it a go with

something sweet
300 a OZ
I stay rolling out the P
I stay blowing by the acres
All my niggas takers
We stay gettin us some paper
Drankin yellow blowing purple