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Huh
Bitch I'm mad max
With a bad bitch in a Range Rover
Riding the town in margielas or the Rick Owens
Got your bitch tonight
She bend it over then

I'm gone
Heading south
Spreading the cards
Spreading the cards
Im gone

I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone

Reap what you sow
Blazing

Push aside your anger brush it off
Weight is now lifted, looked at my smile glistening, All I do is floss
I'm not good at everything so I know when

inside my mouth, baby let me slick talk
Shorty got a bid cause he was tellin', gotta stick mouth
Niggas tryna itch inside my lane so I'm gon' reroute

Took the high road, when I let go
Now I'm flying, cloud nine and
Lose control
Why do you do this
Run in the moment
Couldn't see your behavior was

a reason
I knew it'd be like this when I was cooking in the kitchen
I get up in the booth, I'm dropping diamonds with a pistol
They pass the future present

Why they tryna steal my swag
Tell them I need that shit right back

They tryna steal my swag
Tell them I need that shit right back
Bitch, I'm just in

Tobacco smoke in my lungs
They probably looking like tar
But this is not a cigarette my nigga
It's a cigar
I ain't even made it
But I'm livin' like

kidding
Write em i did em
Hate that I'm winning
Hate that I'm winning
I'm bout to turn up the city
I know they all finna feel me
Only the real ones rock wit

you feel like a what?
The way that I rock, I feel like a milli
I feel like the rock, cause they wanna film me
I'm making these plays, like Harden in

with a follow
Stop creeping in the shadows
You thought you left me hollow
But I'm smoking on that piccolo
I'm unstoppable
I'll show you that this is

Feeling like I'm Rocky Balboa
Fight depression and the mothafuckin' paranoia
Put the world on my shoulders like a soldier
Got too many problems
And I

Hey, I thought I'd check up on you to see how you were doing
I just wanna let you know, I miss you
Call me back

I'm so full of pain, yeah, you took

When the beat goes hard I'm on the radio
When it all falls down I got to say yeah
When the beat goes hard I'm on the radio
When it all falls down I

Soft hands and a body on fleek
Way she walks, takes over the scene
Took my heart, oh what does it mean?
Yeah, I'm lost cause I'm struggling to see

Who would I be if I put it all down
And I tell em I'm quitting
Like I took down my page erase everything
Because I feel different sick of this shit

inside
I say that I'm fine
But babe, I'm not fine
I'm not fine
I'm not fine
I'm not fine
I'm not fine
So I draw pictures in mirrors because I cannot stand

Many times we was down but we on the way up
I just got that type of hustle the one that can't be taught
I'm just built different I'm from a whole

Brothers from the mud, the same nigga
We wasn't raised different
From the same trenches, Fuck the same bitches
We over came all of the bullshit
I'm

in the wind
Like some plastic do
Tryna channel Kobe for these wins
Bouta make drastic moves
Rockin 10s, hit like Gasol these ain't the same 24s
I'm

Aw, yeah
Prayed to God for a sign
He sent it over in a matter of time
I'm trying to see what it mean
I guess it's safe to say she put me in the drain

Vision
They can't fuck with the mojo
How my vibration high with a low tone?
I don't know
I'm so pretty my face is my promo
Like hello
My name's

I'm not like, I'm not like that
You had that jet black lipstick
Love on your arms
Lived in your checkered vans
You never meant any harm
Yeah, there's

I get up and I put on my swag
My hoe rockin telfar bags
All this drip I'm poppin these tags
I get in the paint yeah I'm ballin
This bitch better stop