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staying afloat if you ask me
Just like barkhad abdi i'm the captain
Feelings change people change and i just want my change up
By any means ion front
I know

bout to just od
This drank that I'm sipping got my world moving slowly
Double cup styrofoam is what I’m holding
Please don’t pass me that trash you been

like I'm a clock
Distracted by fancy things tryn' go Hollywood like Jamie Foxx nigga
Feel good to have a couple bands when you come from bills inside

I just wana get high
Spend some time with my mind in the sky
I just wana get high
And stare at the clouds
As the time passes by
I don’t wana waste no

something like, the sound I’d like to,

Make myself, so tell me, what inspiration lays upon your shelf, and how do you separate yourself?”

I replied with

hell
No more gang ties they Ain sending you no mail
When you praying for yo bail
Momma sayin that she failed
Heart Ain like mine Sum is rotten in there

Bitch I make it pop at yo fam
Cause we going ham
Might cop me a xan
Ive been second guessing myself
I Think i need some help
But i know im the man

and hidin'
Diddy-wah-diddy all by myself

The sun is shining, there's a silver lining
Get my glad rags off of the shelf
Hey-bob-a-ri-ba, goin' back to my gal.

bad nobody rocked with me
Nobody at all
Nobody at all

Sometimes I feel like I'm by myself
Sometimes I feel like I need no help (None)
Sometimes I feel

back from hell
Hurt’s where my strength dwells
And ever since the day I started to get failed
I began
Living by myself, delivering some Ls
Started to get

(make it out the rain)
I was by myself, I was dealin' with the pain (yeah)
Slatt business, that's what I'm reppin', you know we steppin' (slatt)
Get

drowned myself in park fountains and department store sales

But down by the green door
Out and the stone's cold
Dart through the arcade, duck past

Been hit with the mail and demand of a man whose a general
Saluting the king by the name of young Roolio top the game
When you typing the name lock

on his head
I’m just looking out for 6ix
I know he got my back and I got his
I don’t play so be careful who you diss
Ima cut you up and mail you in
Girl I

and pump the brakes, uh
Pack gone you know the smell
Nike checks they in the mail
Chick came through in billie jeans I made her sing like Patty Bell
I’m

but I never tell on you niggas
I lost my momma while I was sitting in jail for you niggas
Talk like you real but I ain't never get no mail from you

packs, if you don't know it
Used to work for the mail, used to door to door it
Used to drive an Impala, yeah, I love the floor it cnd I do this rap shit,

by myself
Every time that a hoe getting close to my heart
I fuck it up so she bail
You moved away from the city just to get outta hell
No name, sendin'

I'm chasing paper
And iwewe imbozviedza you'll be strong
Yeah yeah
Gimme a reason
How it felt you couldn’t tell (couldn't tell)
I was by myself, air-con

by myself I don't need that bitch, spending racks in the club with my dogs they pits, if she came with some money I'm gonna date that bitch, she don't

sit long homie
Another comes, it's the first to collect the mail
It's not a lost to me when she says she's leaving me
Gone feel it when you let it slip

former life's in motion,
You can run and tell 'em quickly "I don't know that bitch"
It's the same old trick
Fuck 'em all, I'm by myself
I'm getting

the sheets I'm undercover
I come correct, you mustn't half step I'm in the AO
Straight to you direct just like the mail
I'm cream white, but you know I'm

afford to be falling back taking it ease/
2018 been mine/
Focusing on the grind/
Give me mine/

You see as long as there’s a check in the mail he’d stay