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dig dirt
Counting racks my wrist hurt
She say I'm a big flirt
Don't check me my piss dirty
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go

or later
Right now I'm in the elevator coming for paper
I wrote this shit for all my day ones and some of y'all that be going through shit
And myself cos

He said I'm quite eager, spit with a hot fever
Ask your lady, she could tell you I'm a cool nigga
I'm all about math but I ain't go to school, nigga
I

penned in all red like what jesus spoke
The soul of my Bestfriend slipped right through my cuticles
You wanted your peace and i feel that shit mutual
Til

When you come around
 It the best thing when
You wrote me this song
So we could sing it as parings
cloud
For all
To fell
The value in every thought

playing in my head
I love bitches
Shy bitches
Because he said, what I look like giving a Chick half my trap like
She wrote half my rap
See, you know that

I think I found what I need, here in my heart
She's here by my side, loves me from my scar
I think I found something new
(Bloom)
Oh, it's time,

could live by and not just some things we wrote
Give them game not money that's how they see the doe
Because you could give him money to eat the next week

your car note
Killin’ yo squad like murder she wrote
What a life

I’m so high and I feel right
She traumatized by all these lights
Whites and golds but

When I wrote teenage Suicide
No one was by my side
Oh the fact is I wasn't alright
I'm Losing friends cause the dumb shit I'd say
But the good thing

lifestyle afloat
My little homie told me I should sing I told him homie I don't sing he said but what about all the songs that you wrote?
I told him I ain't

focused
(Ayy, woah)
Give your ho the glory, watch her soak in it
(Ayy, woah) pass that boy the ball
Watch he choke with it (Ayy, woah)
Give a bitch your all

chrome
Did it by myself all on my own
V on my back mean i'm moving alone
Can't fw that boy he be acting like a clone
Talk about money might pick up

certain
Can't indulge in bullshit they fed me
No way I could settle for number two
Fuck all the times that them folks had misled me
Wrote my own story look

just planting
Enemies for me
That just keep attacking
Let's press rewind
I won't be kind
Do the crime pay the fine do the time
She whined when I told

kick this shit up
Uh, uh (Yuh)
I was seven when I wrote my first rhyme
My grandma always knew I'd fly, she said it's bout damn time
Seen hella shit them

knows I'm a lyrical genius so focus
On the bigger picture God they really haven't note this
Wrote this down that's a fail for those who are alone hopeless

I'm gettin too damn high, didn't know I could float
You could call it a vibe that's probably all that she wrote
But I'd be doing the shefali if I didn't

wrong .
Call me theatrical but I was so young
About that same time that I wrote My first song 

As an  unplanned newborn I was Forced to live  
I'm

of sincerity

Please don't bring that shit around to me
I got a bone to pick, I am a dog
No no paw patrol
Glowing red eye
In the shadow its dark

Illuminated by

run up checks
I do this shit flawless and never less
I missed all the times you used to caress
And I miss the vibes that you would project
Baby just

a Monaco penthouse
Drinks by the rooftop she praying that I slip up
Set a hot lap on the streets think I'm Ayrton Senna
And that be my rainy day cottage

Baby, baby
Baby

And Meg's out on the Mulholland
She's smoking a cigarette
Reading books all about the ballet
While drawing a bath
And James

thoughts in a pile of clothes
(I guess that's just how it goes)
I'm just sad and never build by design
(I was crying when I wrote that line)
While I