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put the blame on me
If you don't want
Shawty gotta let me know
And shawty I know you too cold
Shawty I like the way
You be gripping on that pole
I hit

never shelf me
Nothing they could tell me
I was taken down to hell and I came back by myself
I was stabbed in the back, I was stabbed in the heart
Now I

Niggas play self care like a two, tight fade
We don't gotta do the work, just ride the wave
Tenderly whisper your innermost secrets
Weight off your

Verse 1:

For all the times I been by myself 
I used to think about you and I 
But I guess it don't matter 
cin't no you and I no more
I'd be lying

that's just what it is yea, that's what it is

I'm bout' my bread (bout' my fucking bread) 
Got two bad bitches on they knees like they repent (amen) 
They

time for no fakery
Bakery the way my bread
Rising watch it gracefully wait for me
Baby i might show you a couple things
Buy a couple rings, 10 thousand

it's time for the show
We Uber down the road
Finally got to our seats and we turn up fa'sho
Couple months later things got a little rocky
Last 2 weeks

cant say I didn't try
I already told myself ill prolly go out blasting iron
Got me feeling like im rondo with the way I tote this nine
You can tell by

difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong
2 Corinthians:9,10

don't kick before I let you x me out
I'll tell my brothers don't miss in the boot niggas get clapped a fastball but no pitch
Double park the double

the sake of generations

And the ones that come ahead

Father... I see you through the stars
And Mother... The cosmos is your palace x2

the price
put a bag on yo head
Get you gone by tonight
bet I get yo ass wrapped
I was down on my dick
Got them bags, and I got back on
Round these niggas

all I do
When they doubt I just laugh then do times 2
Times 10 I just win I never beg for friends
Stack my ends writing gems this reign will never end

to my choice
Last tape, I remember telling y'all about my story
Consider this like a part two, but now I'm all by my lonely

Jumping into my Cordae bag

One for the money, cause I got a get these bands (Aye)
Two for the drank and I'll never pop a Xan (Aye)
Three-Five in the blunt, it take me straight

eyes on the road
My gun in the coaster 2x's

Tryna make it home
I'm just tryna make it home
Tryna make it home
Just tryna make home
Can't be gone
I got

willing to help you
So why would you wait
Reach for His garment and say
Today is the day

REPEcT CHORUS X2

speakin/

Without Heidi/
I wouldn't learn to stand in my own right/
Forget about the haters and critics/
Trusting in God's sight/
X2

Pastor Mike Dillman:
So

Dammm
Lul nino
What the world need nigga x3
How you gone wait on the money these niggas be tripping they taking it come right to em
Niggas be walking

a problem, yelling ten fo, then we outside getting info
We making all these moves, do it pronto We do it pronto

I need mine fast, I'm talking pronto I started

own
No place like home
Ten more years then l'm all alone
So baby don't walk with me
I'm asking you properly
I came with the modesty but fuck all

got what you need
If I ride for you
You gonna ride for me
It's a two-way street
Let's blow a bag just to stunt on em
They know with the realest
Yeah, we

the hooks
You thought I had two many stoves
Smoking on to many jays I won't complain
Ima just breathe through my nose
Never change
Standing 10 toes when you

your best to live your life 'fore you're dead
Oh by the way thanks for leaving me bitch
Lie straight to my fuckin face I ain't believe it for shit!
Since