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with. Ah, I'm not
going to be. I can't stand him. I can't stand who I am. That's why I've got to
get down on my knees. Because I can't make it by
throwback that
It ain't where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
I rock the reds pete rose when I'm in the 'natti
And [repeat: x4]
You cant see
to see you tonight
Get ready for all sins

Don't Forget

You are changing
I can see that into your eyes
F**king small things
But we like them
Now promise
don't even take it slow
Cause any given day could go
And I could see my death date
Feel my last breath take
That's why I go and get it now
I be like shit
really need a ladder, chair or a step stool
To get my ass outta this dreadful pit that I'm in, this shit is stressful
I may have had too many Red Bull's
My
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
and lotta depression
Father's son I'm next in succession
Rap was a hobby now it's an obsession
Only way I can curb alla my stressing
Is to shine bright
the club working fa a dub
Work that pole and let them hoes know watssup, umm

Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you
[Verse 1] 
I get it, there's nobody out here that fucks with me, 
Luckily, I can just fuck with myself like I have been, 
Rapping has always been
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
girl, I'm known as Pen Griffey too
It's only right that I swing by and hit it too
First base, second base, third base
I'm tryna' get you in your
tired all these bitches hopping on my dick (beat cut)
I let her hold the Bandz now she thinking that it’s all she get 
I let her wear the chain she think
you
Give you
No kissing
No love

Baby
Red card
Red card
EH
EH
Do you know what we do
Before we get paid
No idea
You don't even realize
That man working
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
going for the Tony's
We would live and we die we drink to get high
And that's all that was promised
And it all goes by in the blink of an eye
Yeah it all
loonies
Leave it smokin like a Lucy
Pipes as red as a ruby
Bitten by the bug
An it had cordyceps
Now I'm Addicted to this drug 
an Fuck the side effects
livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age 
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't
momma
Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9
The weed is funky, but I'm smellin' fine, Tunechi

Now, I know (woah) 
The only compass that I need
And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge

Well I think by now you know how leftists
I'm on a mission mission
I'm trying to change my whole position position
Made some goals now watch me get it get it
By speaking things into existence
Y2K
Now where I'm chilling, it's 110 in May
I'm a new Floridian, rocking some Tampa Bay Rays
I'm feeling loving in the night
Passing through the city,
stunning New Youngin
Say he going out by the dozen
Feeling like he been in Tampa or something (GOAT)
Take off the top like Gunna
I love how it feel when I'm
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo 
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
To reign in the finite sum
You just might run
Red red it's all redrum
We all got guns
Red red it's all red blood
Everybody wanna get live like me
But not

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