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you would think I am wearing a snow cone during summer
Man I am a fighter not a lover did I stutter
When I'm on beat you know that I am smooth as butter

No matter what you do
No matter how you try
Some people stay with you
But some are passing by
Tomorrow’s morning you're hitting down the road
Hope

through ice to snow
We know to where we all must go
We pass the fields of the morning dew drops
But how long till we reach our stop
The clicking cars are

to count
I did it all by myself
Now niggas saying
They provided some help
Where?
Stop reaching for answers
I'm reaching for hammers
I'm paranoid. All I got

know,
I’m still on this road to riches, 
and my gas tank, man its sitting on E.
Ducking police,
as they ridin by.
I tried to escape my past, but aint no

Hey mom, it's been a few years huh?
I miss you and i wish you were here but
I should prolly stop reminiscing
Cus if i don't slow it down then i'm

some land that I can live 
And find some more land that I can build
If it ain't by the water I need I near some
Wake up in the morning and blow a fat one

think you gonna cheat
And you best believe
If this a game you ain't gonna beat me
Pull off in the puggani
Don't try to stop me
All of my lights green

these hoes 
Can't trust these hoes 
Can't trust these hoes 

Im doing this by myself 
Didn't need no one else yah 
God helped me when no one else did

every morning i guess theres no options
Locked in a one bedroom fucking apartment
Recording everyday i will never stop this
Till im doing shows and tours

getting rocky I gotta go creed
No one can stop me I feel like I'm me
She call me Laal and I'm calling her T
Or Z or E or G or C or B
I'm sorry you can't be

Momma said this day would surely come
She said those two could hide and they could run
But the things they did could never be undone
She knew their

while I take hits, somewhere out this plateau
Ain't stopping till I'm faceless in this battle

But they try to stop the passion, my hustle and grind
You

a kid.
Therapy sessions, discipline lessons
I really saw a lot of shit,
But,
It's also foolish to think this way
Like:
"You need this and that for a grown

no where else I'd rather be this Christmas
And there's no one else I'd rather see this Christmas
You by my side
Warm fireside mornings 
Here, year

My dear friend Frankie called me on Saturday afternoon
He offered a dinner party for Saturday morning
The sort of thing you'd find in the sub plot

You know what you have to do 
To keep this pretty thing 
But it tortures you 
To cage this bird too

And if her heart stops beating 
You'll be wondering

You know what you have to do 
To keep this pretty thing 
But it tortures you 
To cage this bird too

And if her heart stops beating 
You'll be wondering

already win & I promise to do it again
On it on top, bitch we already did all the shit that you wanted so you could just stop
All in a box, all in my head

never thought that I could leave you in this state

He is walking home in the morning light
While I am in bed regretting what I did last night
When they

Ain't never gone switch
Nah I don't give a fuck what you thought

Wake up in the morning gotta get it
Youngin had to boss up from the trenches
Haters

labeled it gushy
Come by my spot you'll get popped from the bushes
Call me a dick im the opposite pussy
Imma just spazz on whoever that's looking
We did

couldn't stop or steer
How the fucc you try to blame us for the shit that we get into
Traumatized by homies dyin
You wonder why we mental
You ever lost

Hustle hand far from minimum wage Thru a telescope you couldn't see me
Did this shit witout a co-sign no Handouts had to go put myself on

Plug drop a bird