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my mind just to kill, yeah
Need to numb my own brain with a pill, yeah
Fortune of events, see this shit gettin' real, yeah
21 hours that I even mend

lies. I'm shooting for greater no debate, no debater, you just a hater. Stuck to this like I'm concrete, I'm pavement. Pay my dues on these streets that's

weeks felt like years
Now these years feel like minutes
I don't regret the things I did
Regret the things that I didn't
We just slaves to the clock
Homie,

could feel like bliss
Without the ignorance 
But here I am
Popping pills prescribed by your praises 
Written on our most intimate pages
I'm not talking

Big Dreams

Game

Crack Addiction LA

2008

& Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected

The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All

getting too lit, yeah
Stopped riding just to tell me play my music, what
TBH shorty made me feel like the shit
TBH took me 15 minutes to dip
TBH if it's

still
Was ready to bet it at all but I lost track of the master pill
Eyes glued
Eyes glued
So cool
I just wanna have a conversation with you
Come over,

American Gangster Time

Elvis Costello & the Imposters

Momofuku

2008

of her skills
It buys what she wants and the rest she just steals

He speaks between deep swallows of rum
While her head is beating like a big bass

M.A
Ave Way
We don’t play for fun nigga we just play for keeps
(Keeps)
Niggas getting money bitches stuffing up they cheeks
(Cheeks)
We would smoke you

than just a chaser...
To look dead in the eye...
The deepest part of my mind and
Change the things that kept me searching like as if I was blind

Ya

soul, for some weed and some gold
Just to keep, up with the young feeling old
Tryna fit, in Hollywood like a mold
Fuck what niggas done told you 
L.A. can

a fuckin' rack to blow her back out
Now I got a million dollars on this fuckin' track now, but
Ay, ay, ay, that bitch blowin' me like a flute
Pull up with

nigga texted me like BOO!
Ridin' round with that mask on, Jason Vorhees
Kill a track I need more beats, I don't need a whip that got four seats
Halloween

trash and I should stop
Yet you guys are listening to legit all of my tracks
I see you, I can see who's listening to my stuff
If you don't like it just go

chamomile
Wondering how the fam is feeling
These days it's just me and my woman
I'm working know my feet gone feel it by the morning
Scratchy recording 'cause

old friends hop on a track don't we
Yo what up Nate
K9 on your pack bitch you lookin' wack
Homie beats are flat just like his mom's ass
Mans sippin'

times  and times again
I'll ring you're friends, just to know that your not dead (Woo)

I'll sit by grave every time that's it's night 
But I'll but said

been down that path
Woken up like, ""Shit man, time's gone by that fast?""
And God's like ""Yo, how many chances you gone need brah?""
So, I'm just gone

(Straight up)
Uh
Get your bag, get your cash
Take that beat, make a track
Down by twenty, bring it back
Light the matches, burn the pack
Go around

popping dem pills and smoking them swishers
Damn near Od’ed woke up in the hospital holding ya picture
Main I Can’t face the pain erase the pain sip

bodies are first disposed of
by cremation
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm

let's live the night if i stay up all night
Next to you everything's alright

I just want to see you high all day all night
Swear i'll be by your side all

If you were a good kid
So life quickly became tense
I had to change up
Feeing like a stranger, in a vague sense
These pills, they alter my will
So, I

a spoonful of cement and just go and fucking die
No one likes you little bitch sit in the corner and cry
Eat a spoonful of cement and just go and fucking die