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times to sit here and try to lie
Like I was always that nigga like I wasn't getting by
Once upon a time
When things wasn't as cozy
These niggas just ain't

taking flights in my G Nikes, I perfected my hustle
Stood on that block from day to night, I worked the triple double

House by the lake, my mother

I'm gone now I'm a runaway
Since you left it ain't been the same
I keep looking back on other days
When I didn't have to feel the pain
I'm gone now

a pitcher of a fear
Poured slowly by poisoned rats who'd have hustled 
Through tears
Spidey had to pick em out, he assembled em here
Even added an eagre ear

Stuffing a wood 
Smoking the dope
High as a kite
Talking to Ghosts

I'm stuffin a wood
Smoke Mary Jane 
Baby be clearing my brain 
She numbing

Mary Jane Watson a spider fan?
To get himself a car by winning five grand?

Where Peter Parker wanted to become a Peter Driver
So he signed up to win

grandmother about life
Next Day my Middle school Crush died by suicide

Fifteen years old had them same thoughts but
I didn't wanna make my momma cry
Sixteen

Yea Yea
Yeah
Now i'm mixin ZB wit maison margiella
Yo ho wanna fuck cause i do it better
Remember them days
We didn't have cheddar
Now i'm countin

And will you marry my daughter, Jane
By the truth of your right hand?
And if you marry my daughter, Jane
I will make you the Lord of my Land!
Why,

Always

Newsboys

Step Up to the Microphone

1998

to be free
I'm trying not to point the finger

Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from
Night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by

be okay, 'cause I got my Mary Jane 
Since the day I met her, it would never be the same
Worst mistake to make is thinking people gonna change 
Gotta

Shit you know what time it is
I just took a Plane Jane Rollie threw some ice in it
Free bands all day, bitch you know we striking shit
I just got

and sour skunk
Got me soaring like the Phantom wow
Still I’m dazed yet more confused
About this path I wanna choose
Cause all theses rappers want the fame

3-1-2

Picture me on, picture me grown
Picture me social, but not on my phone
Picture these songs when I get in my zone 
Picture me not doing this

Real G's move in silence like gnocchi
Made an Asian bitch cream like mochi
She wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm

me
Sorry bitch you not Chosen
You're not doing much
Like I would be doing
You can tell by the flow That success is what I'm Pursuing
I don't get

don't see story book endings
So the smile on my face in back in them days was me pretending
Uptown Jane and Sheppard is the block I'm representing

Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga

It's a good day (good

FRYR bitch
Ok, left right left right hit 'em with an uppercut
Plain Jane on my wrist it ain't enough I had to double up
Got all these fucking posers

the blunt, now I can't fucking hear
Smoke Mary Jane to help my pain, I'm tired of all these tears
Heartbreak Kid, I'm a heartbreaker
How the fuck a nigga sin,

the pressure, rang in pain, tryin' to live by these rules The valley is deaf, day by day, takin' my breath I'm suicidal, drinkin' rimmy, cause I play my death I

Steppin to my brother get you buried by your brother's grave
I be with them cuttas, Curry on me for my day-to-day
And I be in the trap, a birdie on me

Blowing Marry Jane yea I need it by the pound
Cop a eighth for the day it only lasted me a hour
Smoking good gas only premium flower
Stinky pack coming out

pain
Tryna make sunny days when it rain
Tryna cross me i can feel it in my veins
Only woman treat right mary jane
Can't pull my card this ain't no soccer