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mirror you'll crash

I made a duet with the squirrels and song birds
World keeps you guessing, I guess it's like a crossword
All that I'm certain of, is

Smoking gas got her tweaking
Eating ass like Kevin Gates
Selling souls like Lil Wayne
It's fucked up by the game play

But we gone make it anyway
Top dog

I met a girl thought I loved her
Turns out I was wrong
So I got me some paper and a pen
And I set out to write this song

Well it was just a matter

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

Lazer dim , make a song won't een drop
Know niggas been hatin' and lurkin', they want me to stop

That paper been chasin' that guap
Bitch, I don't see red

alright, I'll be fine till the day I die
I wake up, get baked up, then I get to the paper Bout my labor, smokin' Jojo Fraser Done with favors, bitch, I'm

(Wonder)

I was raised in Ongwediva
A small town muna okushi shiiva

The songs that I write
I be causing vibration
And the lyrics that
I write it be

even listen stay on my paper chasing
   my pockets looking fat if the grind slow up I'm chilling
worked so many hours  don't even go count my dollars

my paper, been puttin' this shit up

Gon' have to kill me, I ain't givin' shit up
You dropped your gun and then go pick that bitch up
Can't go

flaming
Bitch
Look
15 songs no skips did that casually
Disrespecting gang we gone turn em to a casualty
Made myself known at they party pulled up blasting

Williams
If an interview nigga try me

Before I walk out, I might hit him
And yeah, I'm tryin' to sell these songs
But this just how I'm livin
So I don't cap

Why is there a phone holder in here?
Who writes on their phone?
I-I, I use paper, you know
You know, like the old days
Uh-hmm
We recordin'?
Oh

I know
Living fast got no regrets
Burn me with your cigarettes
Lost control can't let you go
Im all alone again tonight
Wishing you was by my side

They better listen
Bars in my brain on my paper catch flames
Bands talkin bread "PURP you trappin again?"
Got no hands on my head ima shoot then I race

the one riding gun on the way in
Get your papers and your tickets to the show
I'm tryna let you in
Same time I'm tryna know
I'll take you by the hand I'll

catching ubers
Tryna take the takers with my niggas bitch I hang with looters
They hate the way I'm talking in all these fucking songs
Don't give a fuck lil

I really don't know what it is
Cops getting away with
Killing all our kids

Eye for an eye
X stated but I quote
Get indicted
From the song that you

never listens
Aye bruh I go ham these bitches love me so I'm always Lincoln

Like what you thinkin
If my songs on you can prolly hear your bitch sing it
I

ain't none to it
Maybe I didn't give up maybe I made good music
See my life pass me by while I'm just cruisin
Do it for my kid, pray that I make it

'Pose the shoe whe' de pon the next foot. Screechie like a mongoose fi' the heggs you old crook.
Certain men are quasi them no live by the book.
You

So i stay focus and gallant
Just like Rambo
Nur forget say u dey old oh
As time goes by
time flies
So high my song e go stay guy
I tryna  drop

Nigga, you just seen how
Fat guys don't get burnt, guys
Uh, yeah
Why you send a motherfuckin' mob, nigga

I feel like you playin' by my paper
I might

the rest of who knows
This ain't a song this is poetry
Woke up before anyone, now I see
Im being chased by none
All is to win or lose and if you think
I'm

songs, I’m unstable
She calling my phone, I don’t answer
We’re not on the same page, different chapters
I don’t love her, I don’t need her
If you can fuck