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fuck it I stay hungry so I don't give a damn, man
Let me spread that bitch on a peanut butter Sam
Life is fleeting and I know
But I'm alive now and want

Never over played my role
These boys been fumbling the bag
I think it's time I take control
Control the team, Like I'm the coach
Think it's time I let 'em

wrong time, God why did Pat have to be right there?
I'm so mad right now
Referring to you, in the past, like how??
You made dad life proud, I'm so sad

breathe when I see singers singing on TV
That should be my baby
That’s bout the time I’m drinkin, yea yea yea

It’s like when God built me up he said
I’ll

Ah, I see you niggas are wildin'
Stuck 'cause you cannot decide, nigga it's time
Now you gotta pick a side
It's either you with me or I'm gon' be

the dagger lights, suck this dick bitch eat it right
Get that bag no time to fight, Shawty just my type
My type but she the wrong bitch, remember back when my

ooh
Show me how you move
Wanna see that body
Girl, I saw it by the pool
What can I do for?
A little time with you
Sometimes I wake up
I'm stressing

me da 50 I'm aiming to knock them
Don't think no nigga wanna problem
I come from a place
Where all they know is violence
And I was raised by my mama
My

I hope things get better
I hope things improve
Cause I'm haunted by all the paintings filling up my room
I really can't lose this amazing thing we

I've been riding by myself, solo
I ain't got time for another, broken heart
Maybe I could get love though
Drugs they give me good love tough
Baby give me

They admire how I'm moving like a G up in these streets
Phone is on DND unless you paying me
Shit, if it ain't bout money, fuck cud u say to me
You

collapsing, yuh
I been thinking about why the bell hasn't rang yet
It's because I have sank
Y'all got me laughing to the bank
I was raised by the gang
Bout

bout me
Handwritten poetic letters she love that I mean what I say
I don't play with her feelings cuz this ain't a two player game
I'm nowhere near

she bout to erupt
I can't tell you how many times
I done fell for you and your lies
I can't fuck with you or your vibe
Stay away from me, please goodbye

Time for blast off on the rocket clock
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
Blast Off
Two One Zero
Two One Zero
Two One Zero
Yeah they always asking what it

at the door
They beating and beating & beating I doubt
That any time soon I'll be sleeping

Cause there's monsters, underneath my bed
Tell myself that I'm just

Now I'm moving slower
And that's only thirty rips
Gotta go record,
Get the trackouts out the zip
Then I go and snap but
I ain't talking bout no pics
I

pin
I'm sorry I don't got the time, maybe you should book in
She got dragged up in the function, knew she all talk
You got body slammed by a seventh

nervous to crack a seal
The news is click bait
New booty her ass fake
House parties and yellow tape
Black fathers incarcerated
So world look what I'm

Pressure on my line to grow
Nina on my spine, then I'm reminded it ain't my time to go
No crime to know
Ignorance is bliss, but I been mind

closely to all my peers
And that's a fear that I have
How I'm supposed to let go of all the good times we had
Remember staying at the park you had me

A modest soul I'm searching for
Because now they searching at the surface
Men of modern times of era look for plastic body purses
I could have a thousand

Not this way
I don't care bout the he say she say
Baby double taking
Had to get a replay
Look like ol boy hollerin on the freeway
Need to slow down
I

Not this way
I don't care bout the he say she say
Baby double taking
Had to get a replay
Look like ol boy hollerin on the freeway
Need to slow down
I