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if I fuck em up would you look at me different? (Huh)
Please mama
I know it's been a couple weeks mama
I know you just wanna' see me mama
I know life

I wen't away with this shit had to run
But let's not forget boy I mad you my son, paved the way for too many Im really the don
I do it for my niggas

need drug money all my bread legit
Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit
And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I

hug my dog
I tell my brothers that I love them cause tomorrow ain't promised
Just being honest
It's Ems forever that's a promise

My circle tight so I'm gon treat them like my only ones
Hope we make it home tonight don't forget to hit the ATM
Welcome to the Exotic Boys I told

I disappear
Know it's suicide season broke boy evenings
3k in my wallet but rent creeping
Money each day but that money got secrets
Plug highways with

nigga
Stop it
I dont think you ready for that talk back
Push the opposition make em fall back fall back
You say you get money well thats ballcap ballcap

that Ryan, that's that Sheckler that's that Howard
That's that white boy that's that powder
Now don't tell my dad I found it
Did some self reflection,

shit like it's algebra

Brought this upon yourself
Aint no way that I'm helping ya

250 Paid in full this maybach
Drum clip on me boy I'll spray that

the best
And give God all the rest
But I can't fake it
I gotta tell the truth
Like to hear it
Here it go
From a frustrated artist

I'm tired of arguing
I'm

cause I'm dominant by Nature
Flavor of the month, I tell 'em to thet can keep theirs favors
Have a screamin, like the doctor induce her into labor
I ain't

it's the life that I chose
See I done been thru a lot I ain't going back now
I roll my pain up inna Swisher and I smoke by the pound
I'm in a Hellcat

know I'm coming and rootin for my team
Im blessed you can tell me whenever ya boy sneeze
Say less, I can do it whenever you go see
Dont test I'ma pass it

This a beautiful depiction
Of a story written by a boy who was always told to listen
Damn
Cannot hit the breaks now
Cannot slow down
I be driving round

Trap never closed
Swinging doors
Slanging bowls
No 84s
Trynna stuff 11 bands in denim pocket by girbaud
Either way it go stick to the code
Just

with the kid
When he merc everything that he flirts with
Worse it's a curse but he blessed from the birth every verse is hearse took em all to the church

tryna beat nobody else
Just correct yourself
Before the world does it for you
Either that or ignore you (hehe)
Either that or they'll
Tell you every

it, Don't get that confused
These bitches keep hating but still check the news
We trending on twitter, I bet it's bad news
Or best believe that's shits

By the way he love baloney
Chop scar your face, and I ain't talkin' Tony
Treat him like a child or young boy and leave him lonely
I keep it on me, it

the hell you tell em what you get it for
Is you stupid add tax run through it
Right amount I commute it
If I lose it ain't trippin get it back cuz I'm rooted

on these niggas, lately, bitches tell em bow down
Makeup lookin' crazy, yeah, bitch, feel like a clown now
I'ma hit a lick, hit my brodie with the plan
Run

Come on

Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor 
Put away your purse 
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst

gone try to count me it’s all lies
 But I always prove em wrong every time
 5 star everything
 Lifestyle amazing
 Feeling like the world is mine for

with the fire
Momma raised a fighter
Lit like I'm a lighter
Playing with the fire

How many times did they doubt me
How many times did I tell em I'm him