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to miss
But this ain't Gon be a track of the diss
It's just thing's on my mind, severing these brains just like tie's
It's messed up, but you can see

every track so I can try to find my mind
Not the type of guy that really care about the limelight
Listen to the music that I seem to be defined by
Tired

own

Thanks to you those days are gone

You stopped me in my tracks

Now I can see the future every time that I look back

At the

Little footprints

ain't no track race
Call it what it is I feel I'm all for you
You can hear it when I talk see when I'm walking thru
Kill the make sure he gone then then

deserve the fucking crown

When you hear this, turn it up

Don't care 'bout who the fuck around

Tell 'em "This that new Hayzuzzz, & he the truth! He hold

can't claim that you
Fast money
If you ain't taken care of kayson
I been running laps
Treat the trap just like the track
Done did a hundred flat
So many

joint
Wow, my nigga, the apathy is at a new level
Praying to the christian god but i'm pretty sure thats the new devil
Ain't no hope out here nigga,

of the mission
So don't you dare give up who care if they listen
Hard work gone show without a rendition
Artwork should be inside a convention

Don't believe that

to wrong people who happy you got them problems
This whole time you can't realize that you're the problem
I seen it way too often can't reward you for

control, whoa)
Lost track of the friends that I lost
Know that it's fuck you, I turned to a boss, yeah
Don't care what it cost, yeah (yeah, let's go!)
I just

Lemme sit you down right quick
You think it’s okay that I’m out here like this
Praying to God to take down the facade
Some things can’t be missed
I

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

Until you came around
Put me back on track
Now I'm safe
Now I'm sound
Thank you Lord
For showing me you're down
And that you care for me
Always there for

And I'm on some I don't give a fuck who it belongs to (yeah)
Track star, you wanna see the Lizzy that'll run through
I'm a rap star now, but I'm a don too

you lost the people who care for you
Till you realize they didn't care from the start
My uncle probably hates me
No birthday texts in like two years
No

never did
Does anyone wanna hear my new track
"Dude jus quit while you can you're bad"
Man I don't care what you say I'm jus gonna rap

Little me what you

Pray for slaps, attack a track, that's how to get away with murder
Entirely viable, liable, I am to snap
Keep a tab on this one 'fore we let him get in

salaries ell them hit a rich flex bros
So pass that cart back to me you just sit back and see
I wash the track like buying thrift store clothes
I got boots

Growing up I never thought I make it this far
Than I meant God, and he said different
Boy tripping you to gifted
I ain’t letting up this your mission

cardio
And joggin every morning 
He been home for like 2 years
UP half a ticket 
yea I told you 
I been lookin at a range for the summer 
They gon hate it

on the news
If I'm not clear, you sparrin' with a supreme god it's not fair
My circle blowin' some mean purple with no squares
It's great that you droppin' your

Sing unto God
Sing praises
Extol him that rideth pon the heavens by his name
What his name?
Jah!
Ride Natty ride, ah
Ride Natty ride
We riding, aye!

Opened da doe pho a new hoe, yea
All of my niggas for real
All of my niggas they kill
Got water like a navy seal
Patek on froze major deal
Fuck on yo bitch

a place where I feel safe, you'd think I'd find it by now
16 years I race around the space, the same fucking town
The more people moving in, the less people