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drained
Playing Drake songs tryna get a lil faith
Roamin these streets, wearing fake chains
Bank on zero, but I was still flame
Nigguhs had cash, but

nowadays shawty's speaking lies 
Tell you that she love you with some sad puppy eyes
Then go and get raw dogged the same night by three other guys
And that's

so mystical, ooh
Too weird to live, I be actin a fool
Too rare to die
Bruh ain't that the truth
They be using Photoshop
Stat paddin, fake views, buyin

all these problems that you made for yourself
Can't trust me, you don't believe in yourself
Maybe I'm better off by myself
But I love you I really do,

to the streets
Mad beef screaming “Coast Mob” and “UT” 
Use me? I never thought I’d hear that
He died for me man I couldn’t hold them tears back
I was hungry I ate

what to make of it
I don't know if I could've understood either
You telling me...a virgin expectant?
Please, find me the verse, let me read it
The truth

KEEPING MY DISTANCE

My home is in the east I have no bed in the state I’m in
I’m walking Twelfth Street at midnight
Feeling stuck within my skin

the barrios to the burbs
From the streets and to the steeples

Yeah
You can call me Solar cuz I'm powered by the son yeah
You can call it boastin but I'm

Cause when we getting more green than a counterfeit machine
That's something that I gotta be apart of
Sticking by my people that is what my heart love
So

baby I'm heartless,
I was by my lonely in darkness,
I'm Lil Strap and I just started,
my momma was still job less, 

I came in the booth, 
to tell you

can't see the truth 
Cause you Always caught up in the hype I came
A long  long way so much sacrifice
They take ya kindness for being pussy Fuck being

to explain to you
Been in plenty situations
That made me uncomfortable

They say don't judge a
Book by it's cover
Why they always judging you

I believe in god

supposed to preach the gospel til we free men like Morgan
So what will it be?
You muzzle a beast
You love what you see
You front in the streets
You dumb

comes back Around
That KARMA'S cruisin' streets
Tell me how it s'pose to be
Show me that you real down
Ya left hurt
An' that's worst than how it Feels now

act up
A bag a lie
With the truth just a fraction
He's bum he's a fraud he's a actor
He's playing games like
I won't notice if I'm yakked huh
Like wait

Look me in my eyes
You can tell that I'm hurting
Money on my mind
Yea my grind gotta purpose
I done put in time
But my mind gotta focus

daddy
Put a whole in one, this nigga flinched at me
Went to Welton Street, I got the fish sandwich
Real Aurora nigga got yo bitch starin'
This a baby

Call the kids down, let me show you how to run it
Rep the old school style and hope the people don't shun it
The hype is damn beat from the streets

verb, noun, fuck a metaphor, what for?
Life they got me living speaks truer than yours
Huh
True to myself I'm true to my fam
Still find me by the street

But I might up dawg shit
Just to hoe you niggas

Tell the truth lil nigga
You ain't gotta lie
I'm getting cake
Lil bitch this ain't a piece of pie
If

answer../ if you can't be yourself then who are you / the truth hurts it leaves a scares / words describe feeling characteristics are given/ open your eyes

to go tell the story yeah
Mmm
Trial by fire bare feet concrete
Carrying water from down the street
Summer time no electricity
Only second down trying

undefeated
Baby yea I'm undefeated bend over to kiss my feet yea
Bitch thought I have a two seater
Told her yes so she let me eat her
Truth is I don't have my

single track
Stand for your city that you proudly rep
Fuck the system, can’t tell the truth
The government love spraying lies to you
What’s life when your