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Bro never called my line
He ain't called me
It ain't normal
We step with a thing so heavy
Like metal on your postcode
Bro got grabbed last night
Oh

Me myself and I that's a super group
You in her face
But she round my waist like a hula hoop
Everything sweet ain't nothing 
But freaks to maneuver

of the eyes
If we could talk to love
He'd tell us, "lay down all our lives"
Open up His arms, invite us in as "little child"
But we got so much baggage
We keep

hurts the most
way deep down I wanna find you now
tired of looking for love in the lost and found
i'm praying to god I hope he hears me know
I wanna have

house 
By your motherfucking hood pipe up nigga

And I'm just like yoda, just like luke, I'm just like crusher chase
Ask your bitch how she was in my car

The old man in the underground
With his back against the wall
He sits still with his head down
And a cardboard sign with a desperate call
I’ve got

When I was still stuck in college I never took rap
Serious I mean that year my homie Lisa passed
I was stuck at the hospital
Homie Saul was in a room

the park baseball bat
What you call that, what you call that
Slim waist, pretty face I need all that
I need all that you know what I be on uh huh
Walked in

I call ya phone cause I still can't believe it
And by 16 I'ma be rich as hell riding in a demon
You can ride but you feel that you that you don't

give me room
NIgga I keep a forty by my side
Two more bitches in the ride
Push a key like AKAI
Bimmer keys for my guys
We still eat if we die
I heard

Think of a place where the Sun don't rise
Black clouds in the sky, Black thoughts in your mind
Black man doing time, Black tears in your eyes
Black

a regular conscious
Ain't made a beat in a while the family proud Look how I accomplish
My goals and
Look at the timing
It's golden
Like what I'm writing
I'm

before you hit send
Yeah they got 1000 likes, but no ein
Imagine how much we could make
If we just made amends
They can't see great in me
Why they always

problems
God knows we tried but I'm still asking why
That's nonsense
To be asking God a question to a problem
That I answered to myself in the process
Guess

Fight hard til the end
You get what you put in

Verse two and it's time to get busy
Vertigo flow the way it'll leave you dizzy
Man who is he? Oh that's

You was sittin' by the bar all alone from a far
I just wonder who you are
As I saw from a distance in an instance
You had this vision for someone

I'm standing by y'all niggas i believe in yall
Some niggas mad cuz I'm on my grind and can't feature y'all
What the fuck i look like letting all my

But my heart and my mind still faded
They don't care about a n**** till he famous
Gotta take myself to the basics
All those cold damn nights in

at fifty
And the start don't mean nothing if you don't finish with me
Said he'll die when I die that's a lie to remember
Thoughts really spinning fast like

it one hunnid
I let her keep the change
Shoodah shoot you straight
He ain't working on his aim
Shooting floaters in the paint
Like I'm working on my

Walk in the place with a choppa
Shots at your face, keep it 100 no gecs if you hyper I'll pop ya
Hit with the mac through the window
I still got this

the Blessing
Champion (Champ)
Champion
These blessing
I dig in
I am ready fight (Yeah yeah)
Be it gods angels or monsters
It's still on sight
Barely knuckled

this is all up to you hope you
Take my advice
Oh I'm still high
By the window
An maybe tonight I might feel fine
While on this ride
My minds essential

In the kitchen whipping I be straight finessing
Bringing back them 36's them niggas guessing
Glock nine by my gut
I be tricking off with the sluts
Roll