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I’m so blackwood you can’t change me
Every girl I fuck wit end up having a baby
It’s never my baby
I’m never raw dawgin these ladies
My town gettin

the bottle yea
Heard you steady leaning
NyQuil for me cause too much shit
Already got fiendin
Girl how you feeling
I really wish that I could stay
But

reminisce for a
Lil bit bout old chimes you could go and diss i don't mind
That folk talk wont land by that don't talk understand my
Position old flow I'm

Baby girl what’s your name
Trust me, I’m no saint
I’m not perfect at all
I could have lost my life on January 1st
But a nigga back again
Like Jesus

Brandon accepted Jesus Christ Lord by the gift of the holy spirit 
now he got a new lifestyle

Teach me how am I suppose to act what am I suppose to do when

just like pau 
And these girls gone wild
Pull in to a new event 
Just to take back to the hotel
Will I regret 
Oh well
I remember how they slept on me

if I was my brain
Sitting in a grey sweatshirt
Am I high enough
To explain my feelings to them
When I was four they called me strange
But by high

the pleasure
Taking it slow, slow

Riding around the street
Got your girl next to me
Posting it up, recording
Saying that she with FreakP

Screaming my name

me through
All the bad times and you make me feel new
Happy to have you by my side
Baby girl don't ever wanna make you cry
Life is short and we're

crying by myself
I'd buy a new me
The one that don't need help
The independent time well spendin' boy who eat well
What's up where you going?
How you been?

want a girl that’s not you
Please pick up the call
When I had you by my side I felt I’d never fall
I swear any love from you I’ll take however small
Stay

Reminiscent ass pictures
I done seen rap niggas stop kissing ass 
Then hit my dm and ask about ass kissing
Me on some g shit
I see a lot 
And don't speak

Hey, pretty baby, see you starin' back at me
Woo
You're my kinda girl, you look so sweet
And I'm the kinda guy who can show you a good time
Yeah
So

no rules
Be my boo. We can do anything
We want to
Ridin round listening to Sade
Pushin bout 80 on the highway
It’s Friday. (With me) Everyday
Come

before we all run out
Just when I thought she was mine, he caught her by the mouth
I waited eight long months, he finally set her free
I told her I

All these ops disappear
With all these goons who wont flee
Big respect on every G
Dirty or clean
Get this money by any means
Those who ride wit me
Those

choose
Any day again without you

Travelin' time from here
Rolled paper holds my fears
Breathe it in through my lips
And let it take me to the old me

She

You just set me up for me to fall
And my broken wings are gone, I crawl
No matter what you say imma fight tonight
And imma make it right
All this

might ball hard on some Mike shit
And you niggas Pippen swear it ain't a competition, uh
If I get that fetti Imma I split it like a fair wage
Me and my

the rage in a song
Channeling Chuck D and Strummer 
Channel Orange with my girl in the summer
Channeling Zach D - there’s power in numbers 
And it’s still no

don't care about these hoes
Yuhh
South girl gave me head, while a nigga count his bread, when I leave out da the spot, don't let nobody in my crib
I got

Don't steal
My lingo
We're strange we should be
Hold tight it's light speed
My stomach's all twirled
You got a hold of me girl
Whisper in your ears
Stay

Rouge
My girl came down said she wanna ride too
Swangin lane to lane up i49
Ride behind tint Twinkie inches when I ride
I ain't tellin lies every word is

it, World Premiere!
I'm my own lane, driving my own gear
Work for myself, black-owned careers
Fly out of town, just to buy souvenirs
See my girl I ain't