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about your body when I'm getting bodies
This is bigger than you and me but I'm getting by it
Used to let you do your thing while I sit in silence
Sit back

signed for that I want my shit back
It could be worst tho, I got more than I ever asked
I can’t complain, august I m on that plane I m off to LA
Damn it’s

back to my own people
So fuck all that gossiping, you called the cops on me
Now we can never ever rock again
I guess it's time I change all my locks

I wanna celebrate life and feel good
Like eating chicken wings and french fries in the hood
We popping bottles for the only ones left who kept it

High like a plane outta lambert going to Miami
Pistol stay wit me guess u can say I keep it handy
Without it I feel naked without it a nigga lost

at hers, to time at mine
Mine in the morning then we back to hers at night
So we chatting til it’s light, I try factor in the wine
For how you’re grabbing

I keep holding myself back
For fear that if I go too far
I know that I’ll be dead in a week
But when I’ve spent my whole life
Trying to make sure

it’s fuck you to the fake love
Clout chasing bitches hit my line and I’m like fuck no shawty
I got a loyal chick who ride for me and she stick by me
I

defiant as fuck
Imposing our views on whatever we touch
Who wants a slice of Americana
That Apple pie
Occupy
When you’ve got something that you will not

To drown in battery acid
But I guess I'm better now
Coz my default is to respond with anger
But I'm no longer bitter now

Some kind of Kentucky meat shower

so trippy
Looking scared guess somethings fishy
Take a breathe, look around
Don’t hear peep don’t hear sound
Won’t stop until I’m in the ground

The work comes first
Is what I did know
Im not proud of my past
But it is what defines me
Some would disagree
But back then they wouldnt like me
Im a changed

he was a pawn
When the heat was on guess who his customers told on
Now he handcuffed and stuck in the back of the car
On his way to jail couldn’t make

catching bodies
I'm feeling like Logic and Em
We murder, but this not O.J. Simpson
Can't trust a bitch, won't rely on a nigga
I guess that's why my finger

Shouldn't I be grown up by now
Shouldn't I have finally figured out a few things
Ain't a kid anymore
Didn't I go through this back then
Why the hell

start to any tussles
I'm hiding it for the hustle
So it's time get my stacks right
Hiding from back stabbers
Who will stab ya, in the daylight
Vibing just

mean to brag
But my diamonds shine so brightly on my brand new Gucci tags
Who you frontin on I guess you really want a rack
Homies cooking up they ballin

Beyond me, no surprising me
Guess I’m not one of your priorities
Always had a problem when I’m cutting ties
Two-faced, ain’t a Gemini
No I
Abaiku,

supplemental love
I should have known when I left home
Searchin for that pot of gold
All I'd find out there was supplemental love

And I been sittin in the back

Made this verse with just the ryhmer
I will make it one day 
Lookin up clouds are gray
Put my beats on display
In the stu Beats by Dre 
Nittany Owls,

come back ‘round
In a AMG myself, tryn snatch me one right now
I’ll put up thirty-thou’, them niggas ain’t seen no wraith
In the bitch all by myself
Tryn

guess
it's still correct, Uh
But lemme take it right back to the man in the reflection
He told me this and I made a connection
He said
Whenever the humble

handle the tests of time
Treat it like a dude that's spitting a line
What's yo name, what's yo site
Who you for, what's your price
Don't make us have

go wider at this hour
Turn the lights down, please
This isn’t a wry smile, I’m frowning
It’s just the expression I use to quiet down people
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