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GFC
Woke up like what happened smoke?

His bars are hard his flow is wetter than fine pussy
D. West, oh god he's a fine rookie

I rap so good that big

I've been overthinking things
And I'm not tryna scrap
Telephone, ring, ring
We talk about everything
But I'm holding back
Bout talking bout this thing

free
The gospel you breathe
What's the price for a roll of the dice
How much to eat
Are you happy
With the entities
You paid to see
No longer me
But I

she seen me some place
Naw im from golden state
Boy you should've seen her face
She go on talking that shit about love at first sight
I said my name

Manifesting in the moment
Sage up we ain't fucking with ya omens
Yeah
So many negative mother fuckers 
Are watching and talking behind my back 
About all

It you ain’t talking money tell me what are you on
I stay in my lane and you can tell by this song
I play my position why I’m still standing strong

I walk down the hallways
Disconnection and isolation
Et cetera, et cetera
You know how it is
What there really is
Is manipulation, the mind

Manifesting in the moment
Sage up we ain't fucking with ya omens
Yeah
So many negative mother fuckers 
Are watching and talking behind my back 
About all

me, I don't know you
so Why are they talking about me
날 땀투성이에 빈털터리라고 해
다들 보고 싶은 것만 보고 사니
눈 뜨고 일어나 잠들 때까지
내뱉는 숨 하나 신경 써야지
붕 뜬 기분 눈 감고
let's take it easy

my niggaz fed 

Believe me you gonna find a way 
Even when you fail the game about 100 ways 
Life was leading me astray I coulda caught a stray
Just

mens gon' turn you into ashes
No capping at this gun clapping my men's immaculate
Street slang passionate, ya' niqqas know what's happening
I'm

hear about your day
All that went wrong, how much are you getting paid
There's way more to life than being locked in a cage
And being yelled at, by

naw we ain't scared ho

The pain is what, I'm bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped and
Hypnotized

naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped

ride it out
Give me the drugs bitch I don't care about the price tag
Everybody mad at how you do that walk in like you down bad
I'm just tryin to party

YO BRO! Locking up heads of Isis 
You think I’m talking about terrorists 
Prolly never heard of the black heiress
Still crowning Kings with just

The snakes in the grass mane
Don't worry bout the foes
I got more names than they know about
Never fazed by the fame baby
Or the clout
Never seen you round

All you fuck boys are Cambellian
Fuckin' a mono-myth or celibate
Drowning in a vat of your own medicine
And begging for the relevance
Don't you know

Putting in that work, tryna get that loot
Yeah I need that money right nooooww
Ballin like a one 1 2 3 4 5 star recruit

And worry less about the talking

I like those autumn nights
I wear my favorite sweater
Remind you of how lucky I am
As you walk by my side
Enjoy the simple pleasure of talking

on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell,

money you anybody
Some these girls are hottie thotties
That is the reason I don't trust nobody
Think about it
Can't be dating a girl that be getting

It's been too long since I found out
Just what you were talking about
When you said that you were in love
I know where you were coming from

No let religion to 
Fool you my nig
Nogo der form say you holy my nig
You ain't heard the other side 
Of the story  
You living by 
What they taught