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Forever driven by the fact I end up in a tomb
So everything I see's a miracle, I'll show you too

Isn't it crazy how you see my words inside your head

to feel the mountain
Killin' me to get around him
Please
My freakin' head is pounding
Leaving salt across the door
I leap across the ouija board
And leave

FaceTime call quick, dayum
Said it all in my head, I ain't wanna know the info
Lot of shit been on my mental
I been speakin' to ya kinfolk
Oh, you got some

on
Cuts and the bruises the battle scars
Mentally fucked like I been to war
Some of this shit I cannot endure
This is my humble opinion
Fuck out the way
I

the paper chase
And I don't wanna break the bank showing my bills off and
Shawty's ain't about a real one and
I'm gettin' paper like real often
See me I'm

rappers
Lookin like some
Carbon copies
Sayin you a germ
Well I'm the
Anti body
Gettin second
Aint talkin sloppies
You aint first
Youre last
Word to ricky

Tryna clear my head space
Play a bit of that dead space bro
Bankroll look light
Took flight when I hit the loud
Spit fire when I move my mouth
How's

You can feel yourself
Not as a stranger in the world
Not as something here on probation
Not as something that has arrived here by fluke
But you can

on k, case the ops get clever
Gon' head and hit J
Tell 'em bring the suppressor
Ooh, get 'em
Metal, bender
Mans, too kettle
Nah, I don't settle
Hell naw,

movin forward on my own
I'm gettin crazy thoughts up in my head
Cuz I've been smokin on that strong
Man I've been smokin all night long
Man deep inside I

all up to you and if you do your part
Don't go too crazy or you might lose ya head
Don't be too lax or you might feel the dread
There's the ups

you jewels for you
Call up all goons for you
Smoke weed and I pour a four two(Too)
Got some drip I drip on you too
Running our running our race
Gotta

school jams, gettin' the mood right
The bone or spade game
Ice keepin' the DJ
Cup full of Courvoisier
Play on playa, that's the aim
There ain't no replay

old school jams, gettin' the mood right
The bone or spade game
Ice keepin the DJ
Cup full of Courvoisier
Play on playa, that's the aim
There ain't no

And no, you ain't give me no choice
By force, I am giving my voice
(Falling)
Meh back with no fear
(Fading)
And that's why dem scared
(Down, down, down
Down

Big tipper
Let me see ya nipples
She get nasty
She keep grabbing on my, zipper
Skrt skrt I hit the exit stop by Mrs. Winners
I'm gettin' some head right

for the day
Make sure that I check in with God
Thank him for everything he gave me
Then check in with myself
Get my head right- Time to get this bread

storming
Gaslit by the fam, I think music might be boring
Okay, I don’t know, I don’t feel like myself
Life throws a curveball, too many strikes, now I’m out

the plug that's cute
I'm the power plant
F.B.I. follow me
On my Instagram
But I ain't gettin' caught
Everyone can be bought
Dick in ya head
Cuz it's fuck

some warrants thats gon cost a couple G's
He too focused on swag
And gettin chicks on they knees
It dont matter your color or kind its vice versa (Vice

backwood filled wit strong
I been on the ledge
Too much on my head
Promise that shit keep me in the zone
BS Pablo he the Don
Don't gotta do it I could send

finding ways to look like someone else
Life is rushin' by
And my pulse is gettin' high
Asking everyone around me if they think they're gonna die
Yeah, I'm

face
Run your mouth
Then there won't be no case

Fuck my life
Got me itching for some homicide
Hellhound militia
All my brothers fucking ride or die

just lack in competence
Drownin' in my artifice, workin' on my opulence
We used to be optimists, now we just some opposites
Strivin' for that big stage,