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need a map if you don't have a destination
You don't need an atlas if you're just running to run

Baby, take it slow
Take some time to sink into the low

I need a mill in my pocket
You know, a safety deposit
Check out the whip that I hopped in
You know it got all the options
I need a mill in my pocket

no longer hiding
They will turn on you if opportunity is provided
I’m no longer vibing, I turn friends into foes
Less and less people on my shores
Seen

Ready for war I'm ready to rumble
Climb to the top I came from the dunjan
Get into my shoes you won't walk a mile
You said that you trap that's a blatant

Aint no fury like a bitch scorned / shit I should of know better cause I been warned / when mama always told me careful what you doing before the hoe

I pray we stay aligned with our highest and our truest selves
Find our peace of mind and reach out when you need some help
I know when I'm in pain

princess
Mind your own business
Why do you cast your kindness?
If this is madness
I care less 'cause I'm with my princess
Regardless of our difference
She's

until i'm bent back into shape
Think i'll stay here
If you'll have me, babe
You keep on calling back and i've lost the key to my cage

I'll meet you down

Stay mellow or dwell and say hello to the devil whisper when I'm high or I'll go in yell low
Or maybe arrange the chorus of course I planned this for us

high, and I lie

And I’m gettin sick of you


V1

Been here all night, the drugs are gone

I just came here to write a song

And now the sun is rising

you down, and move on instant
I just grab the beat, and flow so efficient
I'm a ghost, you can walk right by me
Drop shit with perfect timing, probably

And it still goes on, look
Mmm
Okay
Hold on
Surrounded by the ones that I love, but I still feel alone
Could push into it, but I still feel low
With

slowly killin' me
But with the raps and women I'm on a winning streak
I gotta make it outta here before I'm history
Started in the rain, everyday was

low on time you getting ordered by your order
We would ship it cross the border from the polish
(be)'fore we caught they would short us
When your really

while I'm postin
Sitting by the ocean, blowing on some gas
Got the gift of gab, $3,500 on the tab
Why you hatin', I can see you mad
But that don't mean

to the woods to light em we finna grill a nigga
Switch it up the Feds watching we ain't gon get into
Pull up to a trap buy it for low you know we flipping
Hoes

I was dancing in a field full of caskets
A good kid, grew up fast, got into fashion
Hit the rap trap, backpacked out to Atlanta
And I'm out. They say

Why is your lips like two different colors?
Why you people only raised by your mothers?
Why your lips chapped?
Why you so black?
Why they tell you

And fall right Into groove
And run away with my loot
And I got my songs on the major sites
Just have a better life for me and the wife
So you know I'm

Their heads were low
Their steps were slow
As they walked along that long Emmaus road
And as He drew near
He said, "Why are you so sad?
Are things

on a Detroit assembly line
Once a modest machine, you chopped my top, my engine's clean
Now I'm sitting low and looking mean
When you found me you saw something

always listening
There it is now, can you hear it?

There's a noise that this place makes
It's a low hum that sticks in your head
And it never quite rises

the fire has died
Hoping one day woke as I rise
The vibe important to smile
The lows keep you crying the holes from the knives
On time demote as I climb
I'm

soaking mops
But odds are you'll be stuck with them low end jobs
Eating tater tots well stirring baking soda and blow into the crackpots
Ripping off them