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Imma just let my feelings go on this one yeah yeah yeah
Sometimes I just get in the mood where I fucking hate everybody
I know I got some people in

Satan's trying to distract from what's above
Cuz he know I'll cause him problems like algebra
I'm In the studio with writers block I really have no fun wit

not taught in our schools
Nor analyzed by professors
But almost all of us at some point
Have glimpses of it in our own experience

Grammy, cos am taking
Man It needs to be handled by a
Revenant it's evident that, that is the truth shit
You don't like it then don't let the wolf in

it rolling like tires no Michelin
We bin thru hell but we still in it
Shawty she know what to do if she want to spaz and go sick in it
Say you gone do

tools
Abide by different rules we hate it but skipping thru
Her bullet went thru and thru that's why I'm up in the stu
I'm outta town chilling but I read

ima pop tags
On a Summer Ruuuun
Buttermilk Trench still ain't rock the other Mustard One
If I'm in a jam
I could hit you with a ton of drugs
Said we

decisions
I grew up on Jesus so part of me still believe em
I tend to call him whenever I might need em
I call on his name sometimes in vain
Sometimes in pain

polish resides
Still fading on the passenger side
She never stops to look behind

So make a move
It's just a matter of time
Before I get you in the groove

Surrounded by feds
The Pain
Bruce felt
Finding out
Alfred was dead
Riding around
With these voices
So loud in my head
Crowded like the crowd
For a
New Years

Coulda been lost in the sauce
Coulda played the peasant but I chose to be a boss
Leading by example gotta sample off of Pac... Nipsey, Jayz, Fifty

like a millionaire
I am King Kong on the top of the building
And talking my shit while I still got my grill in here
Murder your ego get rid

it, but I still wanna end my life
I'm so fascinated by it, I lose track of peripheral
Like how my friends would feel if I killed myself
Sometimes all it

Slain by stainless, still I'mma say this
Recorded for the playlist
Hoarded thoughts are morbid
Cut the cord just like a bracelet
Always trust the Lord
My

ima show out
Gotta let em know how it's done in the south
This my own wave built my own clout
Young niggas stout watch as we sprout
Rep all the hoods

I don't want to be 'em
Still I want more, hot clothes and a BM
Living by the precipice I'm 'bout to fall in
I be trippin' like a pessimistic alcoholic

I'm the man in my city
You my bitch then you gotta be pretty
Give a fuck bout a ass and her titties
Need mine like Yung Miami I'm diddy
I'm feeling

When I drop this flow and bop and I hear this shit a lot never stops they like "Damn he Should be on"
And the rappers on the block, on they phones

the game, but they not playing their part
And how did rap become the aim, but they still missing the charts
Man, oh look I'm back in their hearts
The only

Let's not pretend
Me and M haven’t really been on talking terms
You know issues get bigger
when you look through microscopic lens

Still I never

kids
So now we living by the line
But I'll break ah nigga spine
If he try to fuck with mine
It ain't no game
I'm throwing shit up
Reppin shit in 6five

Ryu
But still I keep a fresh fade
That's word to Guile
Just like a video game
He tried to buy you
I'm Jax in Mortal Kombat
Baby I got you
Suck me like

Her face is all I see
You chase the lie in me
Behind the mask I hide the mess
It's all in my head
The good and the bad
Cause by the end everyone's

(Huh)
It's way too much cash for me to have more friends
It's way too much bags but you can't count these m's
I'm in the stu' all week, think I made