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initials that you live by (I.M.S)
Been in a fist fight with these demons, trying lower my self-esteem but I keep on swinging
Cuz there is so much that I have

won't stop kickin 
Dribble skills that are just so wicked 
Let me tell ya bout a girl named Annabella 
Brighter than the sun sweet Sweeter than Nutella

at
Maniac, maniac, maniac, maniac
 
I keep the green in my duffle
I heard you smokin' that crumble
I got that grass by the bundle
Show up it smell like some

hardly saw me dip
When I peace out
Icy, get the fleece out
I'm tryna cop the beach house
Some things I like to dream 'bout
Until I go and turn it into real

lit
Getting those hit
Fam unknown bout it
Niggas get a slit

(Niggas get a slit)
(Damn boi crisis)

Rich niggas blaming midlife crisis
Broke niggas busy

markers trying to make a mark on 'em
About this part of society that most think is far gone
But far not is this race issue
Sure we've came a long way but it

normally
Uhh, Uhuh
In the mornin
Mean more to me
Uhuh, Uhuh
Been so sick catch
A cold in a desert
Say u bout you
Buisness but I'm
All for the pleasure
X mark

my home of fuck you know me
One day running my mouth is gonna get me in trouble
But I put in double
Double the work they ever could fathom
Like

mood to speak
Fair enough? Is that alright with you
Cuz I’m alright, too, so don’t worry bout me none
God knows both of us have got a thousand other

dealing with the COVID-19
And by all means I won’t take that vaccine
For all we know it’s prep for the mark of the beast
And you can’t buy or sell unless

my body's a mural
Heard Lady Pink had left a mark it's apparent
Was feeling hurt before I let go no more pass interference
Peering these Aztec pyramids

thoughts always thinking bout a mystery
Summers coming to an end then your back to school
Then the fun stops isn't that just cruel
Months go by and the snow

take my life
Many nights spent on my own
Tryna get that fetti right
Many night spent on that road
I crash out bout what's mine
Imma rock out with that

Aye, this ain't bout no guns (gun sounds)
This about my bible (pu-pu, I let it ring)
'Cause if you ain't using your
Bible as a weapon, What you

shit and commit
Imma fuck off too
Imma split in a bit
Driving off far
Someone hit this bitch
Go get hit by a truck
When you're drunk 
So someone will

watch what we consume
And I'm not talking bout food
It's room to improve
Get Spiritually in tuned
I'm In this thing forever like a bride and groom
When

Wavy
Yessuh
Bringin' that flavor
What type of flavor?
That home-brewed flavor
That real flavor
You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Listen
This

Mmm mmm I see I see so
I assumed you were poisoned by this woman (Ok and)
So you're in the hospital tell me what happens next
I get out the hospital

off the crime rate
My bro do scams, swiping bands, three plus a time
RIP Mark and RIP Duke too, imma go get it for you two
People gone use you, ending

quit' if home's in hotel nothing's wrong
On street team's lemonades pomegranates juiced ones
Work world fresh get read if slack holiday tune near doritos

bar
But he black so I can steal it
Michael almost crashed his car
Scared the shit out of Mateo
Talkеd to a nigga bout praising god
I didn’t know that

don't do it the same
Wow wow
I'm bout a dollar I feel like I'm Dame
Yea, dash-
Board say a buck imma pull up I race
Car put
Mileage on that cuz there's

and I cast my spells when I move my tongue in intricate ways
I'm sun charged absorbing light codes
The Ancestor's will in my veins
Guided by divine wisdom

up by greed
I see them mixing wants & needs
More time tryna get paper paper
Late nights, do it for the P
Louis V, Alex McQueen
Tryna be relevant out in