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me down and be my place to hide
And now I peep that all that fucking shit was a lie
Is you real or you playing games
Calling me out my name
I swear

Buss it down, break it up
All these blessings I receive from waking up
I stay away you n***** fake enough
The shit I seen I just can't make it up

lost, like what direction
Surviving through the sin so I know this the lord's protection
This profession? Shit, let's not even dwell on it
Talent supposed

12 am I've been driving car yeah
12 am with my baby sipping wine yeah
30 40 now that shit is 12 am
I mix this Fendi with the Gucci that shit never

wanna get paid after a show
I just wanna get laid after a show
Shit I wanna get blazed after a show
Man I'm still amazed I did this on my own yea
My

talking my shit
We not the same you be up in the mix
I'm popping my shit might be popping your bitch
Flexing that check we gon come to collect
We not really

Put that shit on do not disturb
Pull up, yeah let's get to work
I'm a drink up, you can smoke with that herb
You heard, you heard
Let's get to work

Ridin with a mask on
My white boys shooting shit like John Paxson
I'm just talkin shit but ima bad one
These bitches tryna cuff me for the bag come

don't have time for y'all
But I always think about y'all
Well sometimes
If you know you are ugly and you're proud of that shit
This song is for you
I

licks y'all trippin
My shit is different
I'm different I'm different
My shit is really different
I'm different I'm different
I'm lifted I'm lifted
My shit

Ok I got dat shit I got it Montana
They say im trippin I been on some kick a door shit
Tie the pussy up & slit his fuckin throat shit
Cause the pussy

Stop playing with me
Like
I got shit that I really really got to deal with
Look
I hide my pain behind my music it's shit I gotta deal with
And I

backpack
(Bla, bla, bla)
(Uh)

I don't wanna know what's in your brain
I ain't got time for that, yeah
(Shit)

But you can be my bitch, yeah
(Bitch)
She say:

I'm tryna make a lotta lotta waves
Eeeh they wanna get me outta my way
Listen I be out here fuckin with my own shit my own shit

Get outta my way
Now I

Yeah
Fhar
6 Stones

I take a life and I gain a life I got no regrets I got no morals
6 Stones in my bag think I'm immortal
In my Aston shit go 212

fine her Thighs out
And She ain't for the streets but baby Be outside
She ahtside
Everyday the sunshine
Pop yo shit girl
Its yo time
Yea
She ahtside

Straight panic up like the attic
Shortie tryna shake that ass but it's plastic
Makin my money stretch like elastic
Cut it up sams this shits

ain't got nothing left
I'm thanking God shit finally Changing
Im tryna feed all of my dawgs
I need a couple plates
Cuh sent this beat this shit
Too hard I

Swear man, Brodie be makin them fuckin hits
Shit, this shit Lil Chapo foreal
Speakin up on the mic, it's Lil Chapo hoe
Yeah my blood from

I'm supposed to be the fly
I'm supposed to be the bee
But sometimes I be so high that
Shit gets hard for me to see
I'm supposed to be the man

like I wish a bitch could
These hoes ain't on shit
They look so constipated
I came up from nothing
Just glad that I made it
They doubted me then But I'm

Finesse game too rude
Nigga I move how a boss move
Know it's levels to this shit
Play the game for keeps, it is what it is
Real nigga talking, OG

Huh
Aye you be getting your rent from your parents
What
Aye
And you know that shit dead lil boy
Get yo rent from your parents lil boy
Independent

It's Circs
Hundred angels on my back
RIP to my dead's
Shit burn me slowly (Burn me)
Yeah
I could think of a hunned for every one of mine
Hunned