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(Jack is producing bangers)
Lately I just mind my biz (Yeah)
Losing track of time, I know it always fly by quick (Shh)
On the move, shit I’m used

finger painters painting a picture
Of the death of rap
How do I follow that
Talk to Pissarro
The nature is danger
Catch the skill of my paintbrush
Til it

had a girl at home, mm
Felt so thrown off by you
Whatchu tryna do
Was overcome by you
With nothing to go to
Whatchu gonna do
Without me in your life

By the time you realize that you love me
I’ma be Gone
By the time you realize that you need me
I done moved on
Baby Ah yea
Don’t know what you need

rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by

My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind

as Shook
I was fuckin crazy should have done it by the book
Instead of sticking to the plan
I grabbed the handle of the pan
Played with fire on my hand

night your life's been looking good
But you're too shy to call her by her name
So you call her by this word instead
Ella, shout it from the top of your

Yeah 
Bizzle
Kb 

Who you know do it like this 
Turn it on that's a light switch 
Gotta know. If you might miss 
By the dough. Take the night shift

momma (Told me)
Do this shit all by myself I’ve been rocking (Doley)
Nowadays I shoot my shot I always hit It (Kobe)
Hate when niggas try to flex knowing

we don't play around
And if I'm not even with the gang, I'm by myself sliding around

We be on the road, like we doing regular shows
But we really

livin' by that 45
No lie finna die by the 45

Got the 45 nigga lets get it (yeah let's get it)
Grata-tata-tata at ya fitted (bo-bo-boom)
I already know my

righteous since you held my hand
Flying with you by my side, as I hold your deepest interests
My brightest star, no Icarus
Bring me to the sun, your

Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me

off the x*** tonight 
I keep telling myself it'll be alright 
Keep lying to myself just to get me by
Falling but it ain't in your arms tonight 
F***

screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself 
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack 
The plug

My rivals leave on arrival my finger glued to the riffle I'm sniping right off the eiffel 
You best get right with your bible you best get right with

about the past time
Numb out to escape my feels
And friendships only pass by
Show up, gone, like strobe lights
But with you, I feel something real
And I'd

of hope
Before all your wishes could come true
The look on their faces betrayed thoughts full of dirt
His finger on yours made you tremble and freeze

existence in this cosmic fight 

Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws 
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law 
Giant Ratmen with swords made out

dollar sign by any means
Money over everything
We putting money over everything
Dollar signs like Ty nigga
Trust those they don't lie nigga
Middle finger

wow
Rockstar living with that rockstar rhythm
Got that rockstar finger for the cop car, bitches
I feel like Eddie Van, puffing grams by the summer sand

Trapman trapman
Stash the work by the trashcan
Hansberry like bagdad
Warzone bitch back back
One time for the one time
Two times if you on mine
Three

head

The sea was calling me
I was taking off my clothes
Its icy fingers left me exposed

In my room, my feelings boom
Empowered by the light of the moon

If it's the rough stuff ya want
You can point yer finger at me
'cause I can dish it out good
But I don't give it away for free
There's a price for my