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reels
how does it feel?
Rollin stoned, no home to go, but the streets ownin' you and the onus still's for oiled bills
Pulled from greasy tills by

knockin' don't open that door
All of the money droppin' on the floor
Call me the man, but no, I'm not Gucci (brr)
Get caught on my block now you runnin' like

I cannot wait to see your face I cannot give out all my secrets in one place
She knows my name, uncovered fame But I don't like it when she takes off

The code I done cracked it
Yo bitch she suck it up suck it up good she don't need no chapstick
Remember them days I use to get of all my music from DatPiff

stop non stop still goin' crazy
No kids bop pill popped time to go crazy
Jit this shits getting wavy
Do it on my own ain't calling for back up
You

Feel a fool for being alive
'Cause you got no friends
Feel like a loser, cause
Everyone's pushing you away
Or just having a bad day
Got no money in

my damn boost, shawty, that's my damn boo
Think he dew, remove his roof
All my niggas, screws is loose
On a money, we hittin boof
Fuck a pig , word

alone
No, I did not ask for help
Yes, I did this by myself
If he diss, he get dealt
If he diss, we get stealth
Back in '99, a goat was born, that's me,

The bond getting deeper, the more you get old
Where no longer trust for each other be owed
When not by each other, still follow the code
You know secrets

(oseas soul)
laratara tara, lara tara tara

(oseas soul’s: verse)
i’m just tryin’ to live my life one verse at a time
i’m sad all the time but

shit popping

With a foreign rider
So much ice up on my body and she know she like it
All this fly shit on my outfit I'm gon need a glider
Hella bands No

Giddey
Devin Booker from the middy
At the party wit the drinks in her say she tipsy
I can put on for my city
No stepping on toes my crew we do it by

"Plan B"
I don't care how it goes
Sucking on it like its "FroYo"
And he's sucking me
Taking money by the box
Let's take that "Plan B"
Baby you can fuck

don't know why
Fountains exotic, they shooting slime (slime)
I go to Paris and get me the Maison Margiela shoes classic edition for mine (Mine)
My money

off
you was sittin on yo own
no money for that bond
just tryna come back home
I'm just tryna come back home
That shit felt so cold
They played one ah

on trees
Right now the traps taking all of man's time
I've been in the dark for too long
Right now
Right now It's my time to shine
Ima take your glory
Ima

to New York
I was living like a king
There I'd used up all my money
I was looking for your ass

This way or no way
You know, I'll be free
Just like that

that nobody else can do this
And I'm gon prove it by climbing to the top of the mountain with this music

Okay I'm back at it
In love with my craft like

the negatives with the positives
The curse dispersed my soul felt derogative
Now every little step I take is my prerogative
Money was our gospel should've seen

no problems, taking vacay's to the Bahamas
A whole lotta money, fuck all the drama
First girl, you gotta promise me that
Please don't break my heart,

see
All your dreams knock at the door
Songs are falling out of me
We can pawn 'em for one more
Draw your name on aching pages
Fire and fame will set it

lonely
Put it up and said homie
Don't you act like you know me
Imma need all your money
Fuck, whatever you got
If you think this is funny, I'm finna pop

My truth and my reason
It doesn't matter
I've been thinking
My mind is not clear

I've been drunk for days now
It doesn't matter
I have no money
I

riding down Peachtree
Had to pull over quick cause she say she wanna eat me
Charge for the dick, can't get no freebee
I don't even see these niggas like