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Surrounded by roaches and rats, under my couches and under my matts like-
I can't wait to stomp the fuck out all of you
Put spikes into all of my

Where my day went addicted one minute written
Hours slaving waiting on the sun to raise energizing Taylor
Look at my face tell im a winner 
Vocal

years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water

Aight Look
When I first got news of the addition, I was eating in the kitchen
G beside me he was listening, I was yelling you was bitching
I was

no more
'Cause we wearin' disguises
And I feel like
We're losing the sight
Of what is right
And Important in life
We don't look at
The stars no more
We

into my thoughts like I'm anonymous
I'm self driven Tesla was not the first to be autonomous
Cars passing by that's the only thing that keep my mind off

It’s a bedtime story 
Gather round kids
It’s a bedtime story
With the blue j packed shit look like dory 
In the new maybach this bitch adore me
Can i

new year with sum y'all can vibe too
Check it, mmh, yea, yea, yea, yea
I'm so sick of farewells and Rip's (Yea) On my Polo G
You don't know the pain I

This is a lonely road
Thank God I don't walk it alone
Born again, now I am grown
Heavens seed has come and sown
No more casting stones
Look to Christ

at all
You keep on sharing shit
Fake news turns your life into a trash can
Bitch, you are fed with the disease
You wished that they deserved it
You wished

on the loose, Veggie in tune
Nails done by Rokie she rocking it too
I hit the studio spazz in the booth
I show my old my friends my new shit they look at me crazy

can't escape it's a fucked up maze
Staying home just depraves the energy
Falling back into binge TV
Maybe we could get away from all of it
Get to Mars in

a raw dog with the looks of Rick Rubin
Know what I'm doing, I keeps it moving
So watch your step when you step into my movement
Watch ya step watch ya

but you don't know 
You won't have anything left to show 
For all the days you can't go back to 
All the nights you've gone and stowed away 

Remember

Roses are red, violets are blue 
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that

to get back on this grind
Cause shit is just passing me by
I got these thoughts of a legend
I'm sitting mic checking just stuck at an intersection

On opps I swing
Dat sauce it ain't a thing
Making a list and I'm checking it twice
Watch on my wrist look like some ice
This real designer can tell by

solo, you could say so low
That's before you came into my life, like whoa
Tightened up my flow, got my doh on the regular
Cut back on the gear to show you

a nigga car, turn your shit into a runner

Yeah, them pussy niggas mad cause they know that we at the pillow
Don't go in the opp just like I'm Shaq, 32

Suck my salami
Yeah they saw me
Smoking biscotti
Stare at the sky
When I'm at target they stare at this guy
Living this life it don't matter you shy
I

it's in my genes
He wear Amiri jeans don't rip the tag fuck up the seam
I'm here to be an artist do this shit by any means I got a dream like king
You

I got no recollection, I'm drowning in sin
And I ask for forgiveness, I pray and I win
But I fall back into it again, and again
I don't know how I can

Cash
Like "You need some weed bro?"
Cash look, ain't reply, he kept walkin', side eye,
But he don't know that Cash could rob
Him for his shit and make

Baby, I know, I can tell that you not an average hoe
Maybe by now would've fucked on my bros
Promise I done been through it all, turn the rain into snow