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Lately I’ve been doin things my own way 
Don’t give a fuck about what you gotta say
 In the cut where you ain’t welcome cant stay
You left me out

Fake Friends
I’m chillin’ with my fake friends
This club ain’t shit but fake men 
I’m chillin’ with my fake friends
My fake friends 

Fake Friends
I’m

n****
Word
Look...

I ain't yearnin to fuck her
I only came thru cuz I was serving her brother
Her and her cousin, on the couch rolling up somethin
She

(Chorus: Racella)

‘Cause If you get a chance to do it
You should do it, ain't nothing to it
But to pursue it
Baby it'll put it through it
Through it

Who them niggas talking to
Not me
Done gave a nigga my spine and all I had but still ain't got me
Niggas switching I'm gon' tell them knock it out I

Face-shot gang put that boy on a tee
We creeping with shh and we smoking on glasses
What's-his-name ain't make it, now we smoking his ashes
How yo'

Ha
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up more
Stack it and flip it
Like never before
Fucking your girl
And it ain't on the low
I didn't take her
My niga she

in the clouds, soarin' and flyin', we ain't comin' down
Ignoring the violence, we hiding in crowds, ain't drawing attention, ain't making a sound
Movin

I be talking to these beats
Like a therapist
Cause I ain't trying to go to therapy
Bottle to the face
It's feeling therapeutic
Problems in my face

ain't shooting
You just stunting huh
It's so krazy how bumming huh
Niggas get to fully bracking when we spinning get to burning him
Shut up bitch this

Hollywoodd you killed this shit
Lately I been sippin' hard
I don't think he want to pull this card
Pull up strong this ain't the foreign
Hit her one

Them niggas they be talking out there mouth
Like we ain't spin
No i ain't taking no loss yeah
All my niggas going to win
Forever long live q
Got me

This the life for me (This the life)
Something we ain't been through at all
Been up for thirty nights and days (I been up, yeah)
I been bouncing off

Everyone 'round me we standing on business I swear that we move like the mafia
And if you ain't familia then you ain't familiar I swear that these

some air time no
Cause this ain't their time no
Don't wanna share what I'm owed
Get to the gold fuck the goalie
And all of the pigs that patrolling
Just

This ain't a buffet
Baby this a banquet
Walking out the bank
Look at what I leave the bank with
Uh
Uh
Uh
This ain't a buffet
Baby this a banquet

(Aye)
Talkin'‎ gon'‎ get‎ you‎ hit‎ up‎ right‎ up‎ in‎ yo‎ face‎
All‎ that‎ talkin'‎ gon'‎ get‎ you‎ put‎ up‎ better‎ stay‎ in‎ yo‎ line‎
I ain't

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My wrist ain't cold bitch I'm spitting butane
I don't fuck with whack hoes
Get up out my house fucking clown
You ain't talking cash
Shut your fuckin

Lame ass hoe you a lame ass hoe
Ain't never did nothing you claim ass hoe
Tryna fuck a young nigga for fame ass hoe
Suck and fuck other niggas for

This aint no block work
This aint no block work
This aint no block work
This aint no block work
This aint no block work
This aint no block work
This

She tryna get her a taste of the Ten
She call me her husband I call her my friend
I really don't like when I tell her again
I ain't chasin a hoe but

I came to shine
This win is mine
Triumph I'm claiming it
Realize my eye is on the prize
Ain't no competition
Got my head in the game
I'm Locked in

remain healing

I ain't the same
So you better quit playing wit me

What you been doing since the break up
I been staying busy

I'm tryna save the world

you still half timing on my track
Uh, I'm mach five mentally, yes, I'm hurting bad
I'm spinning out and my brake line's thrashed
A roll cage ain't