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Kilo shele gon
Kilo worie gon
Make you no dey form, you know where I'm from
The ghetto... all my man dem and my girls dem come from ghetto
You know

I'd make a good onion, you'd make a good daughter

So, I'll have to make a change
I get to take the reigns before
Mine hit the floor
That's where you'll

Yeah I make a lot of money I ain't paying for no only fans
Sorry but I'm not you ain't even hot
I ain't wasting money I got weed to cop
You don't

right)
Coldest in the game and I'm not bragging
I'm manifesting yeah
Could've chose to quit but money money affi make
No I ain't stingy
If I don't like

I was raised in the land of the green white green
The place of the dogs and the hounds and the fiends
Gotta be a warrior to make it out the streets

To live and not live Too soon to rest my case
In case you don't understand Why the killer's after the green
Only time will tell I'll make sure the outcome

didn't make December
Reasons on reasons I gotta do this
I owe it to myself coz my folks say I don't do shit
My niggas know I'm covered when it always comes

see me make it
I know I know I know imma get the shit fasho
Take a look in the mirror see your soul
On the road I'm taking on the path that's less chose

Drive slow
I don't remember how it happened
Everything went black
Every everything went
And I'm so sorry
Missed your party
We can make it up tomorrow
If

I'm tryna get a lil older
I'm tryna push me a stroller
We can make out In a rover
Damn you got me tripping
Yeah you got me tripping
All of that melanin

wanna love you
I just wanna hold you
I just wanna make you say my name
I just wanna own you
I just wanna fuck you
I just wanna make you feel this pain

apologize
We refuse to recognize
The damage that we've done we continue to this day
Can't close our eyes, recite the lies and make it all ok
It's not enough

not the day but thats the whip
Taylor Gang they be on that shit
Always on the grind tryna keep my mind on the finer things
I gotta get that'll make

Will I ever make it?
Got no choice but to commit
How are they gonna take it?
They want me to write a hit
What the fuck is going on? (I don't know)
No

lane
She'd say, "Son you gotta make your own name"

Now I run in my own lane
I been running and running bet I could run the whole game
Got a
Poker face

I'm popping champagne cuz my OG said that he proud of me
Counting all this money I feel like I did a robbery
I'm plotting all my moves tryna make it

on the bed on a bad day
Bitch, all this rap and music shit is going to make rich
I don't have a seizure but I'm failing like a glitch
I can make your life

I need me a Baby
With the good kinda vibes
We ain't even gotta smoke
He makes me high
And he call me his bestie
He my ride or did
So we ride

And I

money money)
Got to keep that
(Money money money)
How to flip that
(Money money money)
How to make that
(Money money money)
Wanna blow that
(Money money

thanks
Everytime that I wake

Everytime that i wake
I'm tryna thank the lord for life and all the little things
Focus on the good, and make my spirit sings

to make some plans
Always crash, let the music blast real high
Little bird up in my hand,
In the sky
Windows open smell the gas
We on fire
Ain't nobody

Right here I'll be
Yeah, yeah
Baby, I need to talk to someone
Cuz all my friends are all gone
And you're the one I wanna hear
Yeah
I just wanna make it

It makes no sense to me
Can't you see?
We can fight and disagree
Are you blind?
Where's your mind?
This isn't the first time
You let your vices win

Constantly Swang my door you play with yo nose I got coke
Cook it up work my wrist till it lock with the baking soda
Kick down the door I'm taking over
Make