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Nah i cant fuck with the fake stuff
I miss just laying by you
All them things you said hurt
You tried to play me like a fool
Feel like i’m laying in

rituals
I just need my hoodie up, I feel so invisible
My n****s got state bids, couple doing federal
So when I say I’m all I got, that shit I mean literal

the nation again removing myself
From my friends so I could stay away from junk and all the

Other stuff even alcohol
And I met some great people who got me

choose I drip like I step out the pool, Glock got boobs
My chain got ice like Cube, fuck hoes by the group

From the bottom to boot, tryna stack my money

bio pic
I been up all night damn I think I need some Cryotin
Thinking bout my future trying not to get too myopic
Got my own swagger so I do not need

As the sun goes down
The moons comes up
As the stars shine bright telescope we Looking up
I got angles by my side but I got Demons that's with us
I

different
Now I'm out of state, I'm out of shape
Freed up chilling, grilling by the lake
On the line with Juice's major cake
Flatbush niggas on the paper

the rough baby
But you got me running otta trust baby
Had dem bitches by the bus baby but I let it all go for us baby
No more luck baby
I den heard enough now

have posted by now
But I'm just gettin' started out

Sorry not sorry 'cause the struggle is real
I'm on a one life adventure but I'm keepin' my

stuntin on every peon
Got a chip on my shoulder with a ring I’m a Dion
21 and up from Atlanta out to Frisco
Dallas out to Baltimore I’m trying to make these

I Got looks like Sylvester and i act like a jester
I wear my money like a vest, I spend it all like Vassar
Yea i own everything, I aint no nike wear

Pop Songs

Suicidal Tendencies

Free Your Soul & Save My Mind [Bonus Track]

2000

are dead

I feel like I'm on pins and needles
How many bands can rip off the Beatles?
And every day there is another
Band that got big by playing

multiple sports like I'm Dion Sanders
You all at the crib I'm in a house  full of private dancers talking bout life as if it mattered
I got women that adore

to the ground
I got that strap imma bust it make the wrong mood
Then I swear that it's fuck it

Shot that boy  down by the river, get you cousin
Bih there  go my

Back when
You know what it do
We got the raps
No need staying in the trap
Sitting back in the stu
I got my vocal booth
We gonna holla right at you

fucking rich
Paid for life I swear that I put that on God
All my niggas know I started from the mud
Oh my God
Michael kors, Celine Dion
Everyone talk

and this is life that were given
We got the money a lot
We got the gals linking us
With all the gals doing stuff
For all the stuff that we got
But still
I

(Yeah, yeah)
(Just come get all your stuff)
(I guess my love ain't good enough)
(Yeah)

Just come get all your stuff
I guess my love ain't good

Dion, the good life, and the bad bitch is what I really be on
And I do this shit every day, so cut it out like a coupon
I'm on many different stages, bar

Bluffin'

Wiz Khalifa

O.N.I.F.C.

2012

cones I'mma stuff
Lightin' another one up
(I got-I got-I got-I got so much)
Live it up, every dollar spend it up
Don't even gotta ask if I get enough,

face
K2 Super sayin' he steppin' by this twin and brother's bitch
Got a wicked plan, kill his fam, fuck up his grandma's shit

He a stupid man, think I

to work for everything I got, it wasn't handed
Never thought I'd do it, but I had to take my chances
If you ain't gettin' money, then my nigga, you better

lil lightskin she just right
Got a Latina right by my side
And this lil Asian girl she so fine

Wake up in the morning I said please don't leave

look like a crime
Aim for the goal, headshot like the feds
Feel like Randy Orton, voices in head
But my Demons singing, Celine dion by themselves
I will