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of your exes been giving you hell
But it would be different with me
You get too anxious by yourself
You want everybody around
You be way too in your head

don't break down and cry
And I don't give up
But I don't know why
And I reach for the stars
And I get passed by
And I fall behind
But I don't know why

Bonnie by my side on this money chase
You the only that know the code to the safe
Ride or die my shawty down I second guess no thing
Not one thing no
You

time stars shinnin'?
Or the presidential rollie face full of diamond
Got behind em grab that money bag by the waist
Give em a two piece to the face

Sometimes I don't even know how I make it by
Fuck this life live to die
Don't know why I waste my time
Waking up in the afternoon just to get high

Aye
I've been blinded by the lights
I've been blinded from the fights
I've been blinded from the crimes yea
I've been blinded from the times
I've

the government address me by my alias
They wonder where I'm always getting fits
Not off mannequins
That boy know exactly what he did
We can't sit with him
You

tracks you made with pride
Sticking tar inside
Please just take my mind
Sedated to get by
Come down and climb white ladder's high

Bred through the past
In

Where I'm from you gotta learn to adapt
Matter fact, gotta know who to dab
By any means gotta get to the bag
Got caught, put my ass in the van
No

to Sunday
Come my way Come my way
Just come my way!

Come my way
Come escape
Body break YEA

Feelin great
Love the way
That you shake YEA

Grab your waist

I be packing tree danker than
Week old severed dicks
That are rotted idly by in
Jeffrey Dahmer's closet
Throwback to alcohol when I got it
Drink

cut cake, money made
Sauce like bolognese
High, I can't concentrate
Mind's on trips, no holidays
Veezy
If I play then I dominate
Life's a game that I

and ya'll got to get exposed
How did ya'll just do me like this
Leave me like this, with no where to goooo

Losing my self
Feeling my health
With Or Without

Bum, bum, ba na na na
Yeah
Bum, bum, ba na na na
I don't know how many years I have left
Hop on a beat by Splashious, proceed to snap necks
I'm

Do you remember when our lives
Were simpler than they are
We'd get in your old car that barely starts
Looking to mend our hearts
Still living

If I'm hated for something, might as well it be the truth
Self-righteous saints, hypocrites, acting like they never made a mistake
They make money

My heart it jumps out
You can hear it knockin'
I get so stressed out
Simply when I'm talkin'

And my mind oh my mind where's it goin?
Oh my my I can

nobody can hear you scream
Blood for the money, you know what I mean
Gotta' do what I have to, to get by
Whatever happens, it's do or die
When the dream is

the dark, I see sunshine
Had no money in the lunch line
Like thank God this shit free
One day, I'll get some for free
Like that shit fake, this shit me

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
LF MOB!
Running to the store lemme get the semi
Getting to the checks Remy buxaplenty
Yeah the bitch she see me and she

looking over my shoulder
Closer to dying every day that we get older
Time weighs heavy on my mind like a boulder
Never really been a big money folder

the Obamas
Cause at the end of the day
Any problem doesnt matter till
I get a smile off my mama
Walking by myself
Staring at the stars in the sama
Got a room,

to get easy money

Darling, everybody's rich!
And now I'm back being everyone's bitch

My butt hurts and my mouth is always full
I feel rammed by Wall

ain't about check then she getting cut off
Aye only money getters in my circle
I don't double profit I make the pack triple
Had to get the Christian Dior