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numb
I must be a ghost
This not my life
On the bottom rung
Of jacob's ladder
What it do
Been up 3 days
Tryin find my way to you

On Figeroua, I Just Left

barrettas, hit you in your face
Classic and classified subwoof, I'm the kick and the bass
But baby by twenty-six be prepared, I'll ready I don't chase
Well you

eyes and see racks to the ceiling
Open my eyes and see immaculate vision
Pray for better days like its part of religion
Had to go on savage time to get

Got this shit on lock like the crews at Rikers
Swerving in the whip let me cruise passed by ya
Shawty wanna sip gave her Cruz and ciders
Pull up after 6

and baby let's have some fun
Yeah got me like hold up, stay on close to me
Don't go, go on ghost on me
I need you by my side cuz you make everything right

twistin the haze and scribble lyrics for days
When I'm in this different phase
From being injured and scaved
By different women in-between when all

I’ve been buried 6 foot underground
Teeth all yellow cause I chewed my way out
Mud in my toes from stomping you down
My fingernails bloody from

a track
I get 5k in 6 hours
I'm bringing in big checks
Building this label and dream brick by brick
Didn't need a loan from anyone to do it
Fuck giving

Back in the days when I made my first steps in the real world
Youngster steps a new turf
I used to carry on beliefs lackin' of awareness
And every

the benefit of doubt but trust me I already know this shit 
Ends in a bad way I don't really have say 
Damn it's getting mad late
I guess it's been a bad day

Ashley got shot on her way home from work
All because of the 3.5 of weed
In her purse
25 with three kids with baby daddy 6 feet in the dirt
Life's a bitch

Looking forward to this day
Looking forward to seeing your face
But something's different you just stare off again
Again

Sitting at home, I read

rolling up then he better not miss me
Shooting these niggas and they gon me be six feet
I pour up a four by my lonely
Before money the bitches was on me

cannot address me, I got a kilo
Make a call, turn your ass to a zero
Top tier gang
Top floor
Niggas leading the jungle
Cooking up all day till its dark

a vacuum, data mismanaged
Gotham begotten by ghosts of the eras past 
You can't build without a foundation, errant path
The weight of history blended in

Allergic to the bullshit bless you Assalamu Alaykum
Girl come have a seat
Beats made by me I kick up my feet
When I'm laying on a beach
Or I'm 6 feet deep in

vuitton, balenciaga
Circle real small so everyone in it just know that's ohana
Hop out the ghost all white seats name that bitch madonna
Ain't got no worries

fuse
You don't got the stature that could properly hold you
I ain't slacking, I can't afford to become old news 
Yeah I'm keeping myself busy by having

rightfully fear
One day you can watch me at madison square
Chew up the mic like tyson does ears
Drop that shit and walk to the rear
Now that you’re embarrassed

wish that you sung
Some stupid game in your head that you think that you won
Well I'll conceded if I think it's what you need girl
And now you fading by

to see them
So if you down for me make sure you down to stay

Bad white bitch screaming lemon gang
Just know I ride for you if feel the same
Motel 6 me

J'suis bout le stack sul daily c'est basic
Picture le boy compter l'fetti dans la A6
Le soir les rocks dansent comme les twins
So wavy ils pop lock

I wanted to ask, but I never spoke up
When I was six, maybe seven
Our Dad tore down our swingset
The swings and slide had rusted
The day before

been doing
She rocked an evil smirk all on her face
Should I spare their lives or go full blown doomsday
Tuesday would the day shit hits the fan and
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