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That I've gone through it (I been there)
I'm gotta let it all out by rapping through the music
Let the past be past be the past man
You live and you

right I, take you to ten when I move so light I
Was quick on my feet, drawn to The melody
At age eleven I was writing songs with the heavens
Cause my

to me
I know a goon down to do it for free
Last time you heard of trinity she killed celebrities by the 3's

Time to go
Whoa oh oh
You don't wanna know

the tendency to ruin shit  
And now you out here being cautious with yo emotions 
You was just like my door had you so open
Pin you down to the floor had that

Pizza in the evening sun
Spending time by our new
House way down deep in Abington
The view
Is so sweet
And you lift up my head
Sing, it’s time to go

don't know your Man
Your girl goes down while I smile and I grin
I swear by the hair's on my chinny chin chin
I need you badly
Skrrrt to your house

of money in the air
Got me foaming out the mouth (Rabies!)
These boys are knocking down your door
They grab the key and then they bounce (You get it?)
Yo

ain’t no support by the people I’m surrounded 
Cause ah prophet once told me you ain’t gonna get support from familiar faces 
Till you start to profit

fucking moms right
This music is just a trend for niggas, they do it just to get by

They raps ain't got no substance send they bitch ass to a best buy

getting drop kicked
My mind is like the plot, I've never lost it
Real nigga shit, this isn't cheesy like Wotsits
Kicking down doors, I don't need no

she get on her betty cocker while im making rounds
She real chill favorite song still take you down
If she knew where my stash was she wouldn't make

da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da

Should be over by now
Then why am I breathing
I'm looking down every street

my locked door
Making too much noise
When I'm banging this hot whore
Bitch you need to cool off
Push you in the downpour
Sex toys littering my room

that it's bussin' out the safe
And imma keep it going till I'm laying in my grave
Hol' up slow it down we gon' kick ya door down we gon' get it no doubt

faith
Stay on my hands and knees
I take aim make flames stay away from me
Underneath
Was a piece of a mustard seed
Not by sight
Much more than trust

When I turn the key at 3:03
And the light is on again
I wonder if you're writing songs
Or something clever with a pen
So I climb the stairs up to our

eight some
Lock in for four hours three days straight do eight songs
Big booty Judy don't wear panties with jeans she wear straight thongs
That bitch got

work
Niggas is true to this
Acting tuff get you packed
Don't care bout who you with
Grab the pack and the gun
Nigga let's flip a bird
I was down bad in

This the last one that I'm putting out
I'm stuck within as our crowd
Surrounded by a school of fish
Swimming all around in circles
No I am not tryna

listening to cap that's a new song made by tink
Yea i rap and i trap you can buy packs or click a link
Aint no drugs inside my house no shoes either my

TreHundo
Aye
They said what's the name of this song man I told them PSA
What that stand for thats public service announcement 
I got sum shit I need

I'm twenty-three?
Words circle in my head, my mouth is dead
I don't know what to say
Put a mask on, sing a sad song
And just swear that I'm ok
Maybe

down
Bro got locked at fourteen years for a cro shot loud
Bro ain't breaking him out
Make your point you might end up dead
He lost his life by messing

love money they say
But then drop a song how they love money the next day
I'm not saying don't get paid
But don't be bugging, get poisoned by the raid
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