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A young man's gonna tell his folks the truth tonight
They'll put their hopes for grandkids in a box with all their fears
A college girl's gonna take

at that double tap
On my DM got some bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game
Back then I was down bad, they ain't give two shits
Nigga this LT

It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane the war is on

On rainy days I sat back and cooked crack
In Bug's house the kitchen light

wow)
Yeah, a lotta man want that nyash, stand behind me in single file (nah)

She want the world, but ain't down to earth 
I gave her space cos I know my

disrespective shit
But whatever, as long as niggas know they can't fuck with this

I'm the shit
Oh my god!

You are now listening to
The sounds of peel off

scary 
My lor nigga he wildn he 15 
That lor nigga he ain't even gotta dream 
He think he rich cuz he serving dope fiens 
I sat him down & showed him what

Crucifix, Gator, Tinn Man, Whyte Hawk Come ON!

Gator
Why does peace seem so impossible.
Whys the right path always filled with obstacles.
Say

repeddle way' my metal
And knew that gods admissions are both open and free
And that he slowed the medics down, the rivers too fast for me
N' edits

Fools think that I should put the
Mic down I'm like "how?"
I've got these lines on my palms and my arms
I've been writing these songs for so long

in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap

still throwing stones at my feet
Don't work no more my 
Feet are made of play-doh
Still I'm so stoned looking 
At these stones can you 
Turn them over man

(Whatchu mean?) oh he's got it...
I get my bread by the beach like a seagull
I enjoy the breeze but I still need goals
Aint trying to leave seashells to see

Was born in eighty five
Stayed by the ATM
Got money in ATL never see me with eighty men
They saying bars back hope I got ya ATTN 
Won't see me at A3C

ain't going explain what is understood
Rap floor is colonized by pussy cats
Bring me a pen and a paper on the table I don't need fucking fake friends only

man
You Hearing screams for flowing that's that therapy of moments
Unaware of the emotions you experience the fullest
I said I wanna go to heaven but

defend em'
Baby girl if I repeat it then I meant it
Swear to god if I forget it best believe I won't forgive it
But it's sad to say I'll never get to see

On table of kings it's were I will dine
Cause his promises are true ain't no lie
They try to put me down on the nine
But they will never see it now
I keep

Love can make you cold
But learn to love the pain that makes you grow
Feels right in my soul
It hit different when I'm sittin' here alone all by

I never really had the truth, been told
Explain the story as we travel down this glory road
I told you so, the consequence is harder than before
All

tonight

Four sevens, five fives and a nine
Enough faceless faces for a good time
Pocket the diamond cruise down the line
Shake it till you make it where

I'm about that money, nothing funny Moon or sunny Goons are hungry
Take it from me, you don't wanna be the hunted when we on it
Keep it hunnid, make

It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.

When up stepped old

with the fame
I'm a new flame up in the game
Ya I made your dame walk shame with a cane
My guys are insane
I'm going up I got growing pains
"Oh my God

here all by themselves
Please, I know when someone’s living off daddy’s wealth
Like they had to build new relations & connections
It was all passed down