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Fuck it we goin' 200 on a side street
She don't even know that she passin' by me
Junya watanabe T with the stripes, bitch I'm wylin'
Hiding from

Fuck it we goin' 200 on a side street
She don't even know that she passin' by me
Junya watanabe T with the stripes, bitch I'm wylin'
Hiding from

hide my hand
I'mma ace of spade

Be afraid
We are not the same
match my energy
Fuck the fame
We going to change the game
Rewrite destiny

I turn fantasy

have a family
Cause my ace is choosing plan b
cttitude is stank as hell
But she tasting cotton candy

I got left by andy, lightyear fan me
Lil bo peep

brain
Nigga, you never cracked a bank, what the fuck, is a B.O.A.
I can punch with credit cards, I don't need yo phone in yo name
You niggas burst out

know I'm not the one that has to decide
Cause God's the only one that knows where I reside
So on this ride baby can you be by my side?
Quick
Pop that

Connected
Conne-cted
Back in the days
Nigga I knew that you was fake
Niggas be lame
They trynna take you off your game
Yeah, I'm trynna rephrase
I

And your shorty want me cuz I got more bucks
Where I'm at now you niggas irrelevant fucks
At the peak now call it upper echelon
You niggas still waitin for

screws missing
Levitating everytime I hit this
Weed I think I need to stop
Ok never mind fuck that
Who is you
I need 10 feet
Need you to back back
Cash 1st

Looking in the mirror
What stare back look unfamiliar
I done turnt it up ah notch
They say vonno you acting different
I cant show no love forreal
My

dick in your mouth
Bitch

I wanna keep digging you in and out
Bitch
When it's too quiet I'm rolling the loud

I'm smoking weed by the pound
I like

my lifestyle, remind you of a rapper
I fuck you with a lifestyle, and leave the
Condom wrapper
Y'all niggas is soft as grass, I'm in the
Field with

In an Irish bar in an English place
By a Chinese basement where I stuffed my face
I lost all faith in the human race I want out
On the road it's

Wolf on the mic
I am a product of the system
Living, dying by the pistol
In a prism made of lies, cheat, sin, and deception
I am accustomed to this

hand, and it shoot at your spine
I might fuck on that hoe give her back she a dime , VVS be blinding I can't tell time
But I got them racks on, racks on,

in the fog
Back in this shit
Oh, you know earl sweatshirt? Name me three members of
Slums
Oh I know when the butt hurts, when the lungs made of paper

rich wont owe you nigga
It's been a long while how you feeling nigga
It's been a lotta load I'm dealing with
Fuck one car need the dealership
Need

hip, I keep that bitch right by my belly, ayy
Nigga, this a test of pussy, nigga, please don't test me, ayy

Told my girl quit playin' out, lil' baby,

alright
I'm doing alright
I'm doing alright

Ulla karyam paranjappo ninde kili paari
All these sassy bitches tryna tell u I'm so naughty
Roll a boogie, fuck

I'd rather be the dealer than the customer Never ran from a fight, so the streets fuck
with us the audi wasn't fast enough, so Rico copped
the Mozzie

to yo' songs, nigga, you is a rookie
That nigga done owe me some bread and he surely ain't dippin' away
Pussy boy paid it fully
I got him on sticks like

Oh fuck this can't be true
There really is nothing I can do
It's coming hard like a wrecking ball at me
Why can't this shit leave me be

I'm hostile,

And love's this thing that I
Always fuck up cause I
Give way too much or I
Give not enough
Do you remember when we
Went to Best Buy and we
Kissed by the signs

stayin up all night
And the we sleepin when the sun up
All day
A fist full of rounds
Dash blessed by random saints in mystical gowns
You want fame take it