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gon' die for me
I know you creepin' but I'm creepin'
So it's nice to me
I know you hate em gotta love em
She's a vibe to me
But I can't trust em I got

"Am I dreaming? 
"Not at all nigga"
"Am I dreaming?"
"Not at all nigga"

Frustration building up, grays coming in
You would have thought that I lived

with anyone I can't trust
Hit 'em with a left, so you know that I ain't in the right
Never askin' twice, ain't tryna be polite
Right or wrong, who

bitch shit
Or chasing these riches
All off in the field
Not worried bout snake shit
Fuck them alligators we go jump in the lake bih
You know its problems

I'd rather be a wok in flames
Than just walk away
In a walk of shame

Got a childish dream, some of y'all knew that
Seven circles of hell, I had to go

Getting, getting ya way off the phone
I tried to save ya babe
I tried to bring ya home
No you love me like you know
Knowww, baby
The weeks are flying by

That's how you learn and grow
But try to live in the moment
Cuz you can't change what came before
Along the way you'll lose a lot of friends
But I promise

be a fault
 Moaning for Christ, you are my most spicy part
 Moaning in front of Christ, my sweet bitch
 Pouring wine, spitting into each other's mouth

the year is ova 
Be hard boiled 
Don’t scramble, make it look easy over 
To the top how it end It’s bout how you roll up
Clear it out break it down 
To see

shawdy crazy she wanna fuck
But only cause I'm in my bag
I get that shit a lot I know its crazy
Smoking crazy
On the daily
My bitch told me chill
You ain't

smoke that
The smoke in your face, bitch
I ain't never cared
Get shot down when the Ghost smell fear
Let me hold something
Look in your face like you owe

keep bangin 生命要继续
Yeah, keep talkin
Album of the year is what I'm rockin
Back in the parkin lot smokin up a 7
Baka Boys playin got the lot til 11
Got

I'm laughing at y'all niggas, but I'm not about to play on this beat
Nigga, you know what time it is
Some niggas pulled up in Range Rovers from

gettin’ paid by the moment
Tape worms in my pocket my appetite like the homeless
I know a bitch who dont give a fuck about her character
Said i know some

Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets

Used to be a dreamer
But you know I found
They put me in a cell, but I'm back once again
Every time I take a loss, I bounce back with a win

Rocco

I’m on my way, on my way
I’m on my way, on my way
I’m on my way, on my way
I’m on my way, on my way
I will never fall bitch I promise you won’t break

on weekends
Maybe she wants me for real or
Maybe the alcohol's speaking
I gotta ratio see
You been pulling strings
You got a friend in me
I can give you wood D#

think twice, I’m like a snake bite
Straight dynamite bitch in plain sight yeah
I’m back for redemption
I’m done being cryptic
I’m not playing with it
If I

am I
Who the fuck am I

The place I was in last year
Yeah, I'm still up in that spot
I thought my album that grew there
Was about to make me pop

But I

lost by a landslide
10% for the big guy
Yeah, 7 days a week got that draco on my lap
Riding through DC, yeah, how you love that
Yeah yeah

Red Maga

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

still gotta feed
Don't need no hook-up, I ask G-O-D what I need
Trust me he come through, now look what he made
Only copy the realness
Try to paste it in

Yeah, yeah, yeah, this mind I live in it's a chasm
Looking at these cars and shit just wishing that I had them
Steady on my grind, why the fuck