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run like Forrest Gump
Great minds think alike me and Tate copped the matching pumps
Bout that cash
In them rubberbands
Play and you get slumped
Drums

watching
Waiting
Seeing if I make a wrong move
Oh Lord
Protect me from the snares
They cast for my feet
If they hungry
You know i let em eat
If they parched

the money right now, need the chicken the check
Gotta live and die by it if you wanna benefit
If they ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a problem then it don’t exist
I

destined for that greatness
I'm destined for that greatness
Been in my zone lately
You want my help then pay me
History I'm making
It dont make cents im

the people you love
Nobody knows the day or time when death gon come
C was a real friend we kicked it 7 days a week
I dropped em off one day that night he died

Like the end of Tron where everything starts to
Light up
And it's been under this
Dark cloud
So god is using me
And he has a calling
You know
In my life

bargaining with the devil harboring anger is dangerous 
life taught me that lesson and I ain’t stressing on it no more 
pedal to the floor 
dead um

a joke, he a clown
Makin' my rounds
Then we be shooting them out
And I don't miss on the count
Say what the fuck you about
I'm here for mine, I don't doubt

kick it

Anticipate a constant effort to keep you safe
Whether you like it or you don't
The future's bleak, what do you think that means to me
I would go

sack chasing
She go home you go to kiss her
How my sack tasting
Plus I'm smoking on the gas
I got mad flavors
Niggas say they want the smoke
Well I got

your face
Then I blow your face
Nigga What’d he say?
Know you know tha saying
I done lost tha saying
Its when a nigga die
Then a nigga born
So when I

on God
I guess im penning you this song ofcourse
As a diary of sorts
And to the older generation
I guess you know what this is for
I mean my nigga
Ofcourse

I'm gonna sing you a song

This is the g-chord
This is the g-chord song
I hope you aren't bored
When I play the g-chord

I play it for the lord
He

The heater he close
Through sadness and madness
Still addin' up zeros
And ones to the visa
So leave if you want
The mission a go
I been going crazy going bat

You were sixteen in '59
You never thought about a time
Where you'd have to live without your mother
No one calls by 9pm 'cause of
Tendencies you have

just wanna love, I ain't nobody special
I don't want the lust they gone fuck and forgot you
I wanna hug, rub the side of my temple
You tell you need me

When I was young I passed a lot of shit

'Cause I'm a stupid boy

I was robbed by all the kids

'Cause I'm a stupid boy

My best friend, he fucked my

here
I did everything just to survive here
There he go yeah
I might go ghost
Chain so froze
Don't get too close
You wanna be seen
You can't muto
I might

Redneck night out he kill a motherfucker
Then back to the hideout, you thought it died out
Since the beginning men been killing
Oppressing women until alive

mutherfucker
He tryin' to slick play like, you're trying to fuck me
I don't know
I mean, I'm not trippin', because I want the same thing
However, I don't

Do it real cool like
All I ever do is I just think about you
All I ever do is I just think about you
Nah she would hate me for that shit
Early

do be colder
People telling me that rapping just a phase
Be the same, motherfuckers living day by day

But it's okay, I let them hate
It's okay, I let

wanna be seen by me I call them boys Fags
They sayin' we beefin', don't know where they at, I'm just playin', I know where they at
Get that nigga lined up

And Lil' Darkie
And I say the N word
'Cause I'm on that real hoodlum shit
Listen here you dumb niggar monkey
You just got beamed by Jesus and Nuclear Retard