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ship our fish fry
Tea time no siesta thats how we get by
Messed up teeth until I motherbloomin' die

We came all this way now we on top
Ain't no one else

Ancient forest, not far away
(No escape)
Some friends were going to visit
(Beware of evil)
They hit the road almost at dawn
(Devilish tricks)
Stalked

of a boss, attributes like debaters
Floor seats in the city by myself they like who the wolf?
Remember I was in a pack and overlooked
I ain't even shown my

kinda mean 
I think you're only hitting me up for free weed 


cnd I oblige you 
clways trying to do right by you 
Why do i give and give to you 
Ooo

too pussy for that by the time u hit 50 yo ass go be a crack 
You go be out beggin for change but u know wah fuck it fuck this shit 

So he den upped

you're
Getting on the last nerve that I got that isn't shot
I'm stressed out, trying to hit the top with shit that isn't pop
I'm talking bars, remember

on with it so that I can finally get some air, I'm feelin' stagnated
Elephant in the room is clearly aggravated, how is it that I'm the only one that's

Now let me clear the fucking air a bit, I scuffed my pair of kicks by beating many terrorists with clarinets
I’ll hit the fair and ride the Ferris wheel

breakdown into
An anxious mess
Afraid to take a step
Or leave my bed
I hit the pen
Wish I dead
(Sorry, what was that?)(Nigga, what?)
Nothing friend, don't

have in the past
Im grateful as fuck for all that I have
But I need my drive back
Man fuck a Porsche
Fist in the air knee to the floor
I live just

Chillin and I'm up

I'm just tryna get this adderal since we chillin and we buck

All up in Korea town and we really live our life
I ain't worried about

Tell me why they hate Chris
Cuz I’m from the 8-6
Every track make hits
Wray shots stay bent
Please do not play with 92 gang shit
Face it ever nigga

like the Mackey twins
Bowleg, stank walk, hit the Mackey twins
And I be steppin' by myself like fuck a friend
Ion really like hoes if we ain't kin
Look

headband
See my homie hit when they slid like'a van doe
Remember we trapped stuck sittin bando
Bands on our mind tryna Orchestrate maestro
This was n

looking sour when his pack gone
Long live Bernie left the crib with my Mac on
Rap shit sweet I guess im finna get my snack on
Times get hard you know im

On god
Both flawed
I can't be if both too strong
No strom
Roof on
Can't be rained on now
On town
Oh
Can't live without her
Got a hand full a powder
I'm so

Nigga please
I don't give a fuck nigga what a fuck nigga
Think about me
I just dance on a beat
Take the pants off the beat
Hit it with my hands in the air

I live
And school my friends
They grade us on the work we give
Or the church we in
And teaching us to work these shifts
And rehearse these scripts

I got lots of problems
And I'm tryna put one in the air
I'm tryna find a better deal
Dealing my way out this hell
Life is a gamble
All in is my only

has hit
What you see is what you get, not just framed how its lit
You hatched a passionate plan with your criminal cousins
The quick saw the death

head
Air heads
Stupid spitters genuine concern for the rap scene
Dreams seem cheap when they sell em
Two for three four five short nights
Making best

while spending this cash
Cancer in your water, cancer in your air
All mighty dollar, no love affairs
Judgement day coming, hit the ground running
Catch me

vibe wit me

How you Niggas living double lives
And broke in both
I'm weak

How my bitch double cheeked up
She be doin the most
When she put that thang

Stephon dig it
I got angels all around me, I needed them panoramic lights
Keep my vision silent, I'm practicing my miranda rights
Hit his pockets quick