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head cracked
Always on a mission for money nigga I said that
And the same niggas who saying they gonna dead them
I don't see them niggas around so they

to the moon
And I guarantee a eight
And twenty two to get by
And im really with the movement
Got it taped on my neck
First time speakin on it but I still get

My nigga no thanks
Dead serious my nigga no games
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ya ya ya ya

pain smokin' Exotic
Yea I hang around a few head hunters
Hit a scam for it might be dead money
I had ran from pain I ain't stop running
And I can tell

so he got a casket for a bed
Ian talking bout by Daylight but we gone leave a fuck nigga dead
Stack getting thick as hell its fucking up my fucking

talkin carry cash in the looney bag
Seems like serious stack in a bank, yes
So move it tight, scar face, Al Pacino
Welcome to reality the bank account says

cap
Like this was all a freestyle
Like I'm serious
Like on my dead grandma this was a freestyle
Like forreal its a freestyle
Like I'm not playin

My mama told me I'm the coldest I just gotta take it serious
City girl red bottoms when I step it's like they on they period
We riding with so much

givin' myself handies watchin'
While these guys that are over here have bras flyin' and panties droppin'
In mansions at parties by the pool with big

touch
Could end up in prison, or do it by the book and clean your hands up
Fuck you mean, dirty money keeps me clean, my bands up
Loud money throwing

/ Inda fast life aint no slowing down. Gotta bad bitch dat could hold it down./ heart been cold but its colder now. Kno so many dead who had da dopest

that ima take an L when it’s just to serious. Can’t fuck with a bitch who gets delirious. Talking out the side of her neck and shit that’s why I party

your city with a bag of dead presidents
Yeah my flow is elegant more crazy than it's ever been
Mental patient word play and Seroquel's my medicine
I just

timewaste
Peng tings that move sideways
Penguins
Mashed up the place coz we're renting
I don't do no dead ting
Brought a night bag spare vest in
Coz she plan

artists act the hardest really they're bi curious (awe)
Another auto tune joint Charles Barkley (can't be serious)
Sporting skinny jeans like you was

talkin carry cash in the looney bag
Seems like serious stack in a bank, yes
So move it tight, scar face, Al Pacino
Welcome to reality the bank account says

chose this fucking hill
If looks could kill
I'll be dead twice over
Hard to do this life shit sober
Cause I keep getting fucked over
By some real fucked

Tell dem)
All incompetent dead Brain cells still ago need dem again
(RP.  Here weh mi seh)
Stop from style good friend
Stop from stylin friend
(QD Stylin

hit me said he fucked up his bread
I should've called him but we linked up instead
He said he lost a couple thousand and some pounds said he got took by

three of me to stop me but might need to clone more too
But y'all should know by now Bizarros can't beat the real thing
I'll be dead and decayed before

dead
My mental health was on a thread
Depression filled up all my head
I wished the pain would finally end
Yes I'm weird, I'll admit it
Write sad lines,

shit
No We don't take you niggas serious on the gram you just too lame jit
Speaking on the dead like you be stepping getcho brain split
Put that burna

wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting

Bitch I'm high as hell in this YSL
All I do is buy and sell, I got clientele
Finna walk in the pharmacy when I'm by myself
Point to the back and say