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smile at me anxiety
Every time you try and leave
You fight the peace
When we try and I'm a king
I buy you things
Yeah you know you fly as hell
Don't buy

through some shit had my heart beat pounding⁹, now I'm trying to heal but it feel like a mountain¹⁰, feel like I'm hiking real what I'm writing¹¹, b4

Love speaks on a Saturday night
As the days keep on passing you by
I know
It's okay
My mind, it's broken too
Won't you be my muse?
In my head, we're

Guatemalan bitches, we in the Galapagos
Guava in my vodka, some guap for the zapatos, throwed
Humping hoes, my humble abode
Twin wood grain refrigerators,

Love Me Less

One Day

Mainline

2014

the battery inside my phone
When Miss Fly walks by with the flattery
Tryna challenge me to go head-to-head, toe-to-toe
Making eyes, touching hands and flirting

Many a Good Man

The Black League

Doomsday Sun

There's a man in the woods upon that hill
With a rope in his hands, with a will to kill some time:
To kill his only thing!
The thing that kept him

fucking manager
'bout to fly by like a speeding car
You're not a star
You look like you should work at a Genius bar
You're a dork
And honestly, I really

With some demon shanks, billing demon spliffs
And I was with a demon bitch
Doing demon shit on a demon dick
Like manna move evil wid it
Throw a pack

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

offensive
Got it lookin like a runnin bakk
If that shit don't hit the floor
Then bitch I want my money bakk
Throwin' stakks
Let it fly 
Soak that ass in

'Cause the days fly by and the months
They spin step out of the bus
Some kids are lined up outside
I need a caffeine buzz, so I ask for a ride
Get back

Ayo, never put a thot over your man
Shit'll get real ugly like when you
Cock a Glock in a jam
Gotta watch for the plot and the scams
You see a bitch

“wanna” play, ayyy


Yooo, this beat makes me
This beat makes me “wanna” fly like bird
Shut out Larry Bird by the way


So I’m chilling with the homies

Brighten my philosophy
Wonder wear my worries went
Drunk in the function and left in the taxi
I rolled up some dope to relax me
I don't know this girl in

ain't a Airbnb it ain't just for a night
It's all off the fly shit I'm singing on these beats
I could never give her money I can only give her pipe
Better

through the bottle, Man this shits depressing
It's like I'm playing Russian Roulette with a Smith & Wesson
And I'm just try'na count my blessings but

Bitch I deserve this, new bitch on my swerve list
Windshield no bird shit, guess I’m on my worsest
Behavior locksmith, got the key to cockpit
Fly

chicken shit
Yo, I own all my guns I ain't trippin' him
Bro grab a hold of his clothes
Start swingin' him
But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat
Come back,

and black
Death is here and I am that
Run in circles 'til you crack
Grab a knife and lets attack
If you die shit well I'm a necrophiliac
I'm possessed with

Domes crack open like the pavement
Off some shit I made down in the basement
The funk ambassador
Asking you to get with the pro-
Fessional, yo there's no

nigga really finna say
Nigga?
We'll take his ass off with that K, nigga
And I been trappin' hard with some shake
Nigga
You can catch me at the park by

But if my money don't multiply
I'm rolling by
With an open eye like "show me the money"
Coke and white, my rota's arrived
I'm a pain in the back like

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

the gun coming out
Fuck it ain't lucky get hit grrrdabow
Pass me the sitchy cause you got the choppa
I let em fly hit ya top thats your matta
I'm wit ya