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Chillin' in my yard and you wanna watch me
I step out, the CCTV clocks me
Under obbo like man shots keys
Officer, no, I ain't got weed
So move up and you

Feel like i'm alone
No one to talk to
I'm super lame now
Chill in my room
Watch the paint dry
Days go by
Watching tv in the dark
Bags under eyes

I

again under a brighter sun” 
But you understand better than I can that all I've ever done 
Is rub my hands together and look you in your sullen eyes 
cnd

forward movement live life cus fear’s a illusion/morals over money got both? then how u losin/ bags under my eyes no surprise i don’t sleep well/ just

offense
Man she's so intense, and got eyes just for me so I know I'm blessed
Her and I met, now I'm back in my bag, you can tell by the rap
Bringing that

to 

Hold my tenderness quite tight 
Such beauty in this weakness 
Takes strength to say out loud 
I see as sunset sweetly greets my eyes 
I feel a little

knights at
Night yelling timber
My eyes getting tender from the smoke
Duct seeping from the white
Silver vent get less civil
Rights but he’s sick, ummmm

befo'
These bitches hating cuz I'm pressure and I'm in my bag
My nigga sprung cuz when I suck it Ion fucking gag
That monkey do what she see ass bitch
You

personality disorder
Always got me checking over my shoulder
Voice that haunts ya
Terrified with torture
Brains bombarded like mortars
I'm paranoid by law brah

always on my mind
My race portrayed as evil in headlines takes a tole over time
Like moments, the real ones slip by
Conflicted like watching your girls

on my side 
Got that SD I'm a Gundam 
I can use the scale or my eyes Just tell me how much you wanted 
I got a plan to make them bands just got to stay

of the profanity
Look you in the eye while I practice on the alchemy
Open to the vibes, check my alkaline batteries
Moving units, energies and I'm whipping up my

feeling outta my mind
Man I’m really sick and tired of working 9 to 5
But times getting hard, and I gotta get by
These days I’m been grinding tryna get mine

some work on my wrist
Margeila sweater,
Choppa both hips
Feature with Carti
Ye that would be lit lit
OD-ed my wholle life
I will not D.I.P
Under the hill

Fillin' up my belly like I was country rich This is too easy, Drake, with the under pitch
All I know is right now that my tone fit I've never fit in with

math, yeah I'm solving the problem
Ain't got no more options
That's under my belt, shit, can already tell
I don't even need 'em, start ringing the bell
I

with mullets
They've gotten bold lately they
Been shapeshiftin' in public
Swammy in the granny bag where my shooters at
My day ones never have to
Tell

sorry for the path of destruction of course 
But if you son don't succeed then his life is a lost
My eyes was on Sonny visions of being the boss
Never

front entrance

Reaching under his seat
The driver pushed,
Folded, clicked, adjusted
Humming
Using his smile and his eyes
And with his hands straight up

mad yeah
Heard that Gospel and took a bath yeah, I'm free at last yeah
First Priority use to be cash yeah, had to get that bag yeah
But when this body

bestie
Shorty yε the best thing my eye get 
How i go see am no go slide in her DM
Chillin in the pm
Me and am go go far wherever the sea end
Big bag moves

me bestie
Shorty yε the best thing my eye get 
How i go see am no go slide in her DM
Chillin in the pm
Me and am go go far wherever the sea end
Big bag

and watching my life pass me
Seeing A6s, dreaming about having those
Then saw the SLS pull up at the Michelangelo
If this is fate, I’m gripping it by the reigns

connected I'm playing with circuits
In a v8 and i'm swerving
Pop my shit, just a little bit did it on purpose
Working real late, bags under eyes
I'm rubbing