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Lately I've been having problems
With sobriety.
Everyday I wake up 
Belittled by my anxiety.
No one's buying me,
Question my notoriety.
And Every

This time I wont ask her for mercy
Cause Jesús design her to hurt me 
Cant help it my brain feeling murky 
Its harder than 300 burpees 
It close up

to God i never let em out 
Cause in these streets when ya talk they gon hold in against ya
Bold and Brave that’s a man ‘s life 
Yeah dawg I learned da hard

with times you go they recognized by google ,
Naturally Raw Rap koh deh tiii mah Kush Ganja them be like who be that nigga behind the canter?
Ehfizy too

problems, do that on a daily its hard to take break.
I close my eyes and visualize em, I see my dreams coming to life I gotta concetrate.
Aint just another

rather go out in a haze 

I’m just praying by that time it’s in a wraith

Lord forgive me I ain’t always walk with faith 

Weigh my heart am I a saint, am

the other side he still gon push a hard line
Understand I aint at the age to prove shit, grown man countin bands on some smooth shit
Keep my name out yo grill

though 
But it's gon to be hard to breathe if I feel played 
Watch him fade as the shells jump from the 12 gauge 
Militant mind I grew up around soldiers

The sad reality of it all is that the only thing most of these niggas be having is a hard fucking time

Niggas broke forreal 

Bitch I got coke for

to a com
Plainer but a real man would make that hour bottomless
Or send more texts, go harder, cause
I am not defeated by the woman that has my daughter I

College girl, sad and kind
A working man with a broken spine
But they both had the time
And so it started
She had a cold conviction,
It shook him

Loves is a drug n you my Angel Dust

[Verse 1: Lecky]
Blinded by the gunsmoke
Punchline with enough jokes
Yes I do the utmost 
Muscle what you cut for

got 6 vms and 5 dms 
I told that man im straight 
He get to arguing and flicking his wrist 
Had to ask him was he gay 
Lately been doing to much when i

A hard-working man has got no time to play, with his kids who are wishing that he’d find a way.  He’s an unknowing villain in act two of life’s

the other side he still gon push a hard line
Understand I aint at the age to prove shit, grown man countin bands on some smooth shit
Keep my name out yo grill

bitches faking so its hard for me to trust back
Hold up baby
Cause I’m the man in this shit
No supply for my kind they demand for this shit
How I feel for

the pumpkin
White girl like what we bumping
I'm a get it right by month end
Yeah Yeah Yeah
You know we spiking the luncheon
Like my drank with some funk n it
If

Living day by day as a dog
Desperately struggling to live
Life is hard, I know
This is not new
What must change
It is the way of looking
The way

rolls royce shit
Super classic when I'm passing yeah they know the boy spit
Yea yeah, by the gods of game I was anointed
Not my choice, connected to poise

Feels like a race for your love
And I just do the runnin man
I hate for your love
Don’t tell me I don’t understand
I’m patient enough
I been grinding

to stretch it when I’m in da Skreet 

Ain’t got no time a Rollie petite 

I’m balling hard got jays on my feet 

Flood the city I got the key 

Started with

Close my eyes and dive (deeper)
Reach my seven lights

The first one, the brightest
The first time you open your eyes feeling a beat in your chest

Laid up in the crib with yu head pan mi lap
One Hand pan yu chest and d adda pan d Glock
Ready fi whatever long time mi got yu back
Two a we together

the fuck can we evolve
If we're fucked by design?
Why does everything try to kill me inside?
The old man said he's the devil
I could see in his eyes