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Days been feeling hella weird
Hard to see who really sincere
But I know when the smoke clears
I'll be standing ten toes, ain't relying on my peers

Nigga stack or starve then
You pillow talkin'
Got them bitches in your ear though
I ain't bothered by it
Man I'm balling like I'm Rondo
Life's a bitch,

Maybe here I'll find a wife
I just wanna say it here
Babe, I love you, you, my dear
We are chilling over there
This good feeling is so rare

We are going

and racks , feeling real good with that 

Protein , batter, fitness grammar, pull up the data 
Save a platter, food chatter, get up the ladder 

All of it

Relationships to shit dealin wit some hyprocrites
That ain't life dawg, I'm kickin' back with my wife dawg
We blazing a ounce of good green, we bless by God's

chauffeur
So many L's the pain Ive endured
By Putting my trust in him, I'm feeling secure
Have no fear like Daniel, Huh
Trust god like jobe, Huh
Whenever I

afraid I'll melt (afraid I'll melt)
But that ain't stopping me, even if it should
Feeling good about the way you looking
The way that you looking at me

and forth see saw 
Evil on my back a good heart it means war 
Tryna do right but then you gotta get yours
I'm feeling better than ever you can't change that

a good feeling (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) 

[Verse 1: Roscoe]
Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto
I'm blowin

Caught you sittin’ by the stand  
Feet were sinkin’ in quicksand       
Said come quickly                 
Lend a hand
Take 2 steps forward

the jack got me feeling fantastic
Tappin the dance floor like morse code
But it's more so for the soul gold turned to plastic
Umbrella for the rain cover

spraying some big shit
I'm Ready to Die
Get a feeling I'm playing some BIG shit
And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit
It sound good in them songs
But you

eat we all eat
It’s on the table
Man This dope too strong
That jack herra strangled
They think they’re going to Chip
A nigga I ain’t no fucking Pringle

me better
Love that I'm never settling
Love yourself more Than they ever could
Love is so depressing. Love the feeling when it's there for good
Love

a guarantee
You gon be dead and gone fuckin' with DON CHiLLEONE

In a city where the good die young
Savages that occupy their waist with a gun, smoke weed by

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much

(Nick on the track)

I just got a new opp
Finna pick his ass up at Cookies
Seventy-five dollars an eighth
 but the nigga gas good lookin'
Pull up

been working on my melody
While y'all out here acting out, I'm working on my energy
Nineteen, I've been trying to go and find identities
Close friends by

wrong
No one to call, so I just vent in my songs
‘Cause no matter how I’m feeling that shit make for good music
You say you love me but that’s yet to be

'96 Bulls

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

bitch from Ibiza, she brought a friend like a feature
She got that good grade A head I had to repeat it
Six ring flow, leave it after the beep then
I'm

Point of No Return

Ronnie Spencer

Reloaded Chopped & Screwed

2004

to this never ending saga
Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa
Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla
On the verge