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I've got a bellyache and i don't know how to fix it
I've got some scars you left and i don't know how to stitch it
I just want to know what makes

a starter
Till you keep smiling
When it's been awhile
You know you got to go harder
Bitch I parted ways moving onto better, onto better
A toy I was choosing

time zone
And fuck being social, I'd rather be alone
Fuck your help, I can do it by my own
And I can take your bitch just with a cologne, (Yeah)
What you

ring in my streets
Know she got man, man don't remind me
Couple people fronted we gon see about em
I ain't ever need em I'm still me without em
Snakes in

the stinger, uh
When I look in the mirror
One thing I ain't ever seen is a quitter, uh
On my word I deliver
See my mama she done raised me a winner, uh
Got

own as an opinion
Make my eye no swell I no fight onions
No designer fine I be big boy
With an iPhone just no Rolex
Ex bitch got small ass and act

You got your own shit I'm trying to unpack mine
Had to come back home, think, and unwrap time
These photo book lyrics a picture is worth a thousand

to pay MONEY to own these things!
And so, it began
I was producing these items at home
Smuggling them to school in my dinky ass backpack
Sellin' 'em,

Told myself that I could never love
Broken by somebody who I thought that I could trust
Gave that hoe my everything straight up from the jump

nigga was salvaged
And now I got so many hits, I'm stat padding my batting average
Took me 20 years to break all of my daddy's habits
Ghetto nigga by

you're headed
And to be sure, I got a car that'll make the drive

Well, what's left will be alright
At least to get us by for the night
You should see how

Sometimes
Wish i coulda grown up on my own time
cn adult by like age 9
Do you even think about the kind of shit that did to my mind?
Yeah you know that shits

cs you can see
For bloody could be
Only us two why must it be three
Knowing that you
Has feeling for he
Slowly loosing was
My only own she

cnd it's

Easy to make a beat 
You feel like 
c king of your own 
Trust me 
You're wrong 

10 fingers Is the right amount
Clic
Short cut 
Make a song

Poor

goes,  just how it goes

Getting older day by day, walking the road
Singing these songs, missing phone calls
Sister's working a job, she moved back home

Some of y'all ain't got no accountability
And you brothas wanna be down, ya'll gotta be kidding me
Some of ya'll still gettin raped by the white man

I like money in my hands, I like smokin' by the gram
Mushroom, acetans, pounds a tree, plastic bag
DMT, high demand, I need millions for my clan
Like

By the time you hear this ill probably be fired
Working a nine to five never felt more uninspired
Do what you have to / to get where wanna go

they got witches in here
I pray to God cause I can't go to hell
Look in the mirror I don't know myself
Really it's good that I'm all by myself
Cause I'm

to Choose from
Praise the East River bringin that new sun

Boards a ferry to the borough that he calls home
By shoopuff or airship he goes on his own 
But he

of the perc it's makin me dizzy
Me and causifye we up
(Up)
Got yo bitch she tryna
(Yeah fuck)
Talk on gang you out of luck
Bitch I'm sippin on wock and it fuck

me dizzy
Me and causifye we up
(Up)
Got yo bitch she tryna
(Yeah fuck)
Talk on gang you out of luck
Bitch I'm sippin on wock and it fuck up my guts

and unqiue
She wanna come back at me
But
I'm a good boi
So i accepted it
But
It turned tables
Now you know how it feels
That you have been play by this shit

Bloody Blade, got blood on my sleeve
Self harm gives me dopamine
Only way I can find relief
Know this path is bad but don't wanna leave
I'm the one she