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tell you, you gon' have to show me
I can tell by the way that you're looking
That like you like it (like it)
He know I'm the kinda woman
That he wanna

are spilling out
Up, up, we're going
In flames we're blowing up
Can you believe you made me question who the hell I am
Never again, never again
All by

disguised as somebody who should care about me
I should probably leave there fuckin' names out of this
Wouldn't be surprised if it would start beef with this

Yeah
This is BFK
Practice? Practice

I'm in the Queen City
Somebody come and King me
See there's this caged bird
Do you hear it singing
The melody

can't breathe
Ohhh we're crying out for change
We want peace but all we're getting is resistance
Jah people help me please, I am down on my knees
We're

and big sized tits, but
Those were the calls I missed, so

Who am I to judge, how you choose to make a living

hope i end up in the motherfucking cemetery
Followed by psychedelic silence
All i see is happy violence
Dazed and glazed is the protocol
I love me some

Velvet darkness stretching
Over an infinity of void
I'm spellbound by that blue-white marble
That used to be my home

And on my phones
That cheerful

eyes
Trust me, I am gonna try
Feeling nostalgic about somebody else's life
The way we used to breathe has never felt so right
This time of the year,

Here I am again listened by anyone
Yeah I doubt it
Making songs bet it's fun
Surrounded, crowded
Thoughts in my mind
Like somebody just shouted
Paranoia

jumped highest yet by far, the board flashed with WR
Record holder, should have told you but I was scared to move
And now there's something you should

All these people talking like they think that they know me
When by the time I'm finished gon' be seen as an og
But being in top position can be so

1: 
Bitch I am the one that's the  hardest pill to digest 
Turn up it the slightest 
Touch I got the Midas 
Never going back to be being broke 
Red

Don't give a fuck 

Makin big money

Baddie body (yeah)

I am somebody (yeah )

I really use my pen 

There's no stopping me 

Call Trigga Barbie

you special but I am heaven sent/

Hook: Engine engine 38 ridin down the interstate/got to get my people can't make them wait/hurry up. Hurry up hurry

'm stared down by some sunglasses
Who the fuck let 12 in?
Now I'm running, running, running, but time just started
It's the end of an era with 12 at the party

what?"
Like how the fuck imma hit it
I'm in the city like pigeons
All by my dolo like pennies
The rhetoric is offensive, I'm hard as arguments with women

the loop
With good balance of tunes
I reciprocate the energy
By singing along
Bro we high as fuck
Its only half way gone
Blink through the fog
Like we gotta

Or somebody gon' rob, steal, and kill)

(I have yet to see that, all of us get along
With money, we had money
We been had money, money ain't nothin)

All this

fast
Should I go again? Should I phone a friend?
Should I put on a movie and hope that I drift off well before it ends?
What a loaded spring I am
My neck

a drink straight out the bottle then I'm right back to rapping make it happen stay up on my shit don't let um see you scrapping, make it happen, by any

understand what happened
My psyche is a mess
Succumbing to the fear, 'cause my body can't help it
I'm in a war with myself started by somebody else
This world

in their eyes
How am I to celebrate or live my life
But only when we kneel is when it matters
I only sit with people who got rich and still have

You smile, I forget to breathe
Mesmerized by the way you look at me
Baby, I think I'm falling in love with you
With you
You speak, and all my worries