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my palm man I want it
That's a metaphor...
I want the world in my hands
Dreams of the ocean sipping potion
While I'm rolling up a chloe thick blunt

turned into a hood nigga skipping school in the 4th grade I was just a delinquent
My family ask to this day why you acting this way acting dumb like they

yeah, I kept a secret stash
Buzz Bunny in his bitch, grab your carrots for your cash
Kid dream outrunnin' the rest, I was never last
I was so fast, like

can't pursue his dreams
When you getting money, yeah, it ain't what it seem

Your mans will kill you for a couple P's or some weed
Just another thief,

the stress behind

Like, I don't wanna get stopped by these guys cah they are always on man
The guys up there they never even keep it real I don't understand
I

marshawn , but they still want that lynch over my shoulders. It's cool
I still run it.
Look at, look at, look at all they faces impaled by the hatred
But I

to my knees
And I just say, Lord, can you bless all the P's

I know it's hard to sit back and watch a young nigga eat
Especially white niggas cappin'

sumn to dream about

Now he backin' up, he must've thought that I was lyin'
When I say I keep a FN (fin) on me, but no, I'm not Hawaiian

Hoe asked me

(high)
Praying to the Lord, I'm looking up into the sky (sky)
Feeling super cold, but my ambition is my guide (guide)
Fueled by my courage, with a purpose

the tactics
Upgrade to flipping P’s acrobatics
Left niggas embarrassed
I ran off, now I’m laid up the terrace
I’m raising my spirits
And leaving if you cause

Picture your name carved into the shelf
Like Brooks out of jail never felt he was free
Now imagine a life where you tried for you dreams
And accomplished

lump me in with your simpletons, you see
I ain't your buddy, and I ain't your honeybee
Got a mind you only dream about at night
I'm the smart-assed king,

haters, one by one, that's problem solving

I'm the b o p kid still G.M.K., just on some new shit
I'm on t o p bitch, get out the way, my turn, you blew it

wankers
The only time
That you're beating it off
We should be bankers
Must've thought
My niggas lumberjacks
Because the way
They're getting P's from a log

Word around the city is, they been waitin' on me to drop
P.O. got me on mandatory hours but I ain't tryna punch, no clock
So I Been low key thuggin'

into your thoughts
And then into your dreams
You ain't seeing the things
How they program what you hear
So everybody give thanks for a happy new year

YA ya 
Yo Yo
Yo Yo
No alarm clock rise and shine Time to wake up 
Been down for so long but it’s time to get my paper 
By any means necessary bully

and see
Nothing will stop me from Achiving
Every dream i got i bring to life
With cpr if needed
These people try to bring m Down and to Cut me into Pieces

Like a goddess, a deity
Before you read into things 
See it from my p.o.v
Used to drive me crazy Receiving
Lines longer than dmv's Even these

One word

highkey
BIG mad cuz these niggas wanna hit like me SHAZ
A bully in the game with a anthem
Big P make it rain going Platinum
We got bottles by the boatload

(Hmm, I ain't thought I would end up like this
Up 24 hours no rest)
I can never say what I ever think
Wanna get away I can never dream
Miss her by

first check and put some ice on my neck
Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah
Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah
Comin' from

Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from

fucked up
There's a very thin line
To getting fucked up
Was you by my side or were you fucked up?
Leaving with your P, yeah we some nutjobs

I don't know