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You gon tell me nothing's wrong
You gon tell me everything's fine
You gon hold it don't you lie
Hold it all the way in
You gon tell me nothing's

hard on the bitch
Wise words from the J

New hoes, but I'm still running the same game
New cut, but I'm still feeling the same pain
New whip, but I've

know if I'm doing fine
I bring a lot to the table
We eat good no asking twice
I'm in the hood I keep my pipe
Im in my feelings catch a flight
If it ain't

I Wanna know girl how you feeling, mr Moonwalka, me I came to Kill it
This is so real I swear no deceiving, fine girl receive it

I see the vibe go

feelings been harassed
Plenty times I had to cry, but I'm still here, my head high

Said she loved me, then she left, I should've known it was a lie
Chin up

it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he

it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he

Am I feeling fine?
The mastermind is heating up the burner
The big machine is gearing up with fire
The point of no return is here, my brother
We could

I’m fine to drive
My lady by my side
Stickin close to me like a pistol taped to a thigh
We should see how fast we can go I know I tried
To tell my

on the roof
My DAW's beat the booth
My cross carry truth
My boss bury mute
I starve stretch and prove
My cause nothin' new

These hills got a hell of a view
Man

I don't feel a threat 
Feeling like Khalid I'm still the best 
Niggas be ratting they'll kill a friend
I'm trynna stack and live prosperous 
Fucking

made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and paved that iron between

just wanna hit the booth and make a me song
Runnin’ away, acid wash jeans on
Vans super dirty but it’s cool ‘cause I skate
I just want plays, I’m feeling

and home of the brave
How the fuck we still get treated like slaves
All my black brothers and sisters need saving
How the fuck we still get treated like

Still can't get her off my mind, girl hit my line
She's my Bloody Valentine
Ok we get it, Nas is in his feelings (Again?)
Put my feelings on a song, in

in the booth man
My complex was studied by professional psychologists and therapists was wasting my time while concerned of my dads' inheritance
I pray

light around an ashtray
sipping on the red, hoping brothers never catch case, in that place 
caught up on the rat race,
nibble on the cheese you get

and it shows
I am surrounded by love and it shows
Hey woah
Put your mind back in it
And if you're feeling good
Just put you time back in it
You can bounce

You dy blao you no chop 

Na still fuck up brother 

Everything is possible o 



Olowo laye mon

So I'm putting all my effort 

If you no ft Epp us

Louis V and
We sipping fine wine
Gucci women, dimes I swim in
36C Vicky sees yeah she's feeling

It's logic on the beat so I'm fresh to the T
Got lines

to tell you the truth in the booth
But it's soundproof and silence the same
I'm doing this I've been influenced by music
I told you I wouldn't you asked me

me in my feelings and I'm putting in time
And I been a bunch of places and I'm still 'bout mine
I could go and write an album 'bout a topic
Go and drop

when I aint feeling what you be feeling
Cuz between me and you the thought alone is more appealing

Ive been hurt by nigga’s near me 
Its all one sided

you're feeling froggy i said ribbit
Out here I AM!!!
Back in the booth, cant fall off
I'm Like superman on the roof
Im still the shit, still a prick
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