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a lil moment 
I had lost focus 
Can't be on 1 
Gotta hit the escape
Boot up by drive
Figured the code 
Now I won 

The settings in place for a charge

caused by his ill-advised
Prophylactic cocktail of hydroxychloroquine and bleach while sniffing glue
Quick, throw him on the gurney, let's go 

Yea yea yea

ever looked
I heard about the Purple Heart given to the cook uh
People from the 50 states life on the line
Said this country's everything I gotta make

I'm layin' on the
Sofa now while I'm eatin' on pretzels, yeh ay
Ima be thiiiccc by the
Time I leave yeh, I might need a
Workout, I'll work on my chest

Ellis 9s, twenty-three, with the yellow bottoms
Miley Cyrus coppin' those, how you wish you got them

Purple J's on my feet
Another pair at the door
Ten

at the killing show
You aint did it till you got it up in 5 modes
4 states 20 cities nigga 5 tolls
No sleep dirty nails and a prime co
In my other pocket loaded is

plans for The Weeknd tryin to meet up with Selena
Thats some gasolina
Twenty for the feature
All expenses paid out of pocket
Ima reach ya
All the things

baby told her woah
That shit a no go
I can’t pay a nigga to act like he fw me no I don’t need ya promo
Judged by my skin still going win I’m proud

Yeah I was down
You wanna come home
I see you baby in the front row
That’s a low blow
You know I can’t believe I let go
I wanna wake up with you by

Rounds
By the Texas Rangers
They met their fate 
In another state
Right before the summer

They're Bonnie and Clyde
"I'll never leave your side, dear

comprehension to dispense
Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, and many more
Clearly state we're just molecules therefore
We don't need a God to explain existence

descent
How I’m constantly freezing
And I reflect the adhesive
I guess it’s easy to see
That this shit ain’t easy to be in
But I contain a condensed state

Rounds
By the Texas Rangers
They met their fate 
In another state
Right before the summer

They're Bonnie and Clyde
"I'll never leave your side, dear

on a mission until we execute that plan 
We set trip in rocked over 20 states all independent 
Ya i'm cooking like chef fuck being rich my nigga i want wealth

the world all the lines I got but, could you picture all the stripes I hid (Huh)
4 kids all the wipes I did (Huh)
20 years all the dues I paid
Young nigga

a lie big enough and keep repeating it
Tell a lie big enough the people will believe it

Look at these numbers
No not those ones you can't judge us by

the savings
And I'm thorough never offered a statement before
I do that ima offer the taking with out a strike though
Homie took twenty something years with out

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Give me a minute
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Wake up to a white capsule
Enough buzz to get me through the day by the night I’m back at it
I’m

the rent payment
I'm the well in a drought
Pussy paid or I'm out
Difference in how I use twenty four hours
Keep it moving whether running or walking
Full

can't give a F about no ho
My brother ball like Harden it ain't shit to up the score

My pockets stuffed with 20's put the hundreds in my coat
Exotic plug

We fucking these hoes by the twos
I got my own way
Layup
I ball like a vet
Better pay up
They be loving the way that I sauce up myself
And I told dem

a jungle so just keep that grass mowed
Mowed, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah

Back to trappin' at 15, movin' weight by 17
I hit 20 me and Bryce had

Can we unlock the doors that hold us back in our state of mind
Can we picture a place where moving forward isn't seen as tragic or a crime
Was there

An over-focus that leaves me overworked and ambitious
These thoughts and motivations viscous
An angry young man chasing dreams of twenty years ago
It’s all