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Relationships to shit dealin wit some hyprocrites
That ain't life dawg, I'm kickin' back with my wife dawg
We blazing a ounce of good green, we bless by God's

chauffeur
So many L's the pain Ive endured
By Putting my trust in him, I'm feeling secure
Have no fear like Daniel, Huh
Trust god like jobe, Huh
Whenever I

sat in it
Why you cringe if my voice got lad in it
Get fucked
By a H 2 Dubba like me get rocked on sight if you not

Don't you ever distance too far

Jack ass like Steve
Dirty boy play in the trash can make snot nose bleed
Nigga said he sending shots but he just pressed buttons
Aye why the fuck yo baby

good I'm no longer hood
They judging the cover of the book

They don't live by the code
Catch em slipping on the roads
I'd rather scrap instead of use

I'm just a sad soul
I'm just a sad soul
I'm just a sad soul

It got me missing pieces of my heart
Yeah, tranna read my lines

It's a blessing feeling

I've tried Lucky strikes, 
But they don't get the job done

I went back to good ol' Jack
With the settin’ sun

If I need a wind down, I put some wine

to go
And that's feeling so good
And we've nothing to be
But anything that we could
And my world seems to start
In my heart
Its just
You'n'me

Na na na na

and forth see saw 
Evil on my back a good heart it means war 
Tryna do right but then you gotta get yours
I'm feeling better than ever you can't change that

afraid I'll melt (afraid I'll melt)
But that ain't stopping me, even if it should
Feeling good about the way you looking
The way that you looking at me

a good feeling (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) 

[Verse 1: Roscoe]
Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto
I'm blowin

the jack got me feeling fantastic
Tappin the dance floor like morse code
But it's more so for the soul gold turned to plastic
Umbrella for the rain cover

spraying some big shit
I'm Ready to Die
Get a feeling I'm playing some BIG shit
And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit
It sound good in them songs
But you

Caught you sittin’ by the stand  
Feet were sinkin’ in quicksand       
Said come quickly                 
Lend a hand
Take 2 steps forward

been working on my melody
While y'all out here acting out, I'm working on my energy
Nineteen, I've been trying to go and find identities
Close friends by

(Nick on the track)

I just got a new opp
Finna pick his ass up at Cookies
Seventy-five dollars an eighth
 but the nigga gas good lookin'
Pull up

a guarantee
You gon be dead and gone fuckin' with DON CHiLLEONE

In a city where the good die young
Savages that occupy their waist with a gun, smoke weed by

me better
Love that I'm never settling
Love yourself more Than they ever could
Love is so depressing. Love the feeling when it's there for good
Love

eat we all eat
It’s on the table
Man This dope too strong
That jack herra strangled
They think they’re going to Chip
A nigga I ain’t no fucking Pringle

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much

on these beats

And it started with caskets

But I ain’t talking rest in piece

Felt like I found magic

Like Jack with the bean

And you can  turn on your

wrong
No one to call, so I just vent in my songs
‘Cause no matter how I’m feeling that shit make for good music
You say you love me but that’s yet to be

'96 Bulls

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

bitch from Ibiza, she brought a friend like a feature
She got that good grade A head I had to repeat it
Six ring flow, leave it after the beep then
I'm

Point of No Return

Ronnie Spencer

Reloaded Chopped & Screwed

2004

to this never ending saga
Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa
Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla
On the verge