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I love you to death Paradise is where you needed to be
Love in the air And get carried by sea
We might as well fuck and don't care if they see
Built

to gas me up
You just run up the mileage
I just hit 182
I had to get from 'round ya
I got the green now you blue
You can't accept my rising
I hang with 5

Triple X, I buy bikes
Cause I'm tired of my ride
I switched up these stale rhymes
Look
Shot in the daylight
Name lost by lunchtime
And to Jahseh I pay mine

beep beep I am not you
3peat ina 3 week
I need 3 rings but I can buy 2
Check da pc get no pt
I'm on preheat cause I cannot cool
Was in pe wi no clean

it by myself I said fuck em
Yeah
Them Benzes and Royces From makin Right Choices
From stacking my vocals My vision is enormous
I kept on doing my thing

to nothing
Yeah I doubt that
& every time I took a L nigga I bounced back
Dreams hanging by a thread while I'm loading the lead
All blue Ben Franks bitch I'm

Addition by subtraction
I let em' go just so you know
Less of a benefactor
Folk lost my trust but I'll collect my fractions
It may reduce some

ran up ten 
A month went by
They asking for dubs again

Boss ass nigga 
Ion need to recruit
Monkey see monkey do
Like George & Boots

Say cheese like

2
Inspired by Lil Wayne and La Kay what I got true
I Stuck to what I know it's in me it is not glue
I remember faces but its fuck em if they is not

on the blunt
I'm talking
Three in the mornin'
Pancake house
On the run
Just know that
Four in the morning'
You'll end up in my room
And before
Six in the morning

Oh oh y'all ain't like that
He was black too probably stood six two
With bad credit
I think he had golds in his mouth
The second coming of Hip-Hop

day
Because by heart I am Kunta Kinte and I ball big like Segun Arinze
We got talking and yeah it feels nice
We're getting to connect I'm telling her

Mild discontent is an understatement
I'd run and repent but it can't be vacant
Allowed to leave every now and then
But I am bound to this sea to return

Yeah, I'm holding on my imperfections, turning on my vocals
Six PM in Austin Texas and I'm smoking on a benji that's a moon fun launch
On moonchild

with the crew
You know what he do
Stayed doing things left and right making moves
Runnin through the field
Right after the kill
Wasn't watching his 6 so

death

After your prime, after your days Of staying up past 3am, after the Aftermath of adolescences heavy Debris
Somewhere in America six feet Deep

can't put back together the rest
I've got a lotta things that I wanna get off my chest
But it's keeping me warm like a nice blue vest
And we'll pay a lot

around and sell me
Always in the green yeah a nigga real healthy
NIgga iced me out when he put it on my lefty

Real bad bitch from the 6, bitch
All of my

Now I’m catching vibes
With my starting five
I need six feet with my faded ways
The way I’m living
It’s so insane
EA we in the game
I push the issue

dingaling ha
Now what, the balls in your court
Yeah im talking shit, Nigga this is my sport
Dont get offended by what i am saying
Cause back in the day you

Blue skies, green trees
Roll around the city on the hot concrete
Got me feeling jiggy when she dance on me
Me and all my brothers got the gasoline

I know how much I'm worth
I'm coming 6 pack when I lift up my shirt
Lookin for blues like a smurf
I get my food from the earth
I left my shoes

and I am so gnarly
If you mad bitch sorry not sorry
Smokin mad herb like Marley
Rollin through the hills on a Harley
Bad thang sittin on the back seat

and no one notice
I look into your eyes and hope that I won't ever blow this
Like woah is this real love or am I just a hopeless mess
Consumed by ideas