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high and I'm down, too many funerals watching them now
Uncles and aunties lay rest in the ground but I move on and I'm thinking of drown
All in this

boy
Tell my old bitches listen and miss, ya
I got so many niggas on dick, yeah
And I like to spend on designer clothes
I got yo thotty drippin' like

Shoutout to my dead loved ones I know you with me
Shoutout to them hating ass niggas who plot against me
The gap between us growing further

Ask ace if he want it I got it
My bro told me she got buku bodies
Laid back from the hoe now i'm in my zone
I got way too many clones
If I gotta fall

Make it real and believe in me
Just keep it original as me
And believe me as the gods believe
Wake up early in the morning
After many hours sleeping deep

I get
One last hug...
If niggas don't kill me, the police don't get me
I wanna get litty, I wanna get freaky
I wanna be silly and smack on her booty

might crash
I don’t won’t you back
That shit in the past
No I’m not sad uh
No I’m not sad
I’m better off by myself Relationships never work
Too many lies

But shit, things happen
Still fightin' imbalance
I know it’s hard to believe when i’m absent
Who could imagine?
Too many distractions
Had to get up off

actually true
Niggas out here starving, there's actually food
I don't take shots I'm just passing em through
Standing next to em I'm lapping em too
If you

Amazing
Looking so Trippy
Living life too fast then I had to take a chill pill
Had to make it make sense
I had to make it look real
Just so Many times, I

it's too early for that 
If it was really that simple then shit the world would be black 
They saying orange a new black 
My pigment fit that color fine

the speed move quick when i need
Never underestimate a little nigga when ya see him
Cuz the bite much bigger coming up wit real Gs 

The street don't give

know I be home, hit me on my trap phoneee
Shawty you the one, ain't too many options
These other girls here but you the one that's popping
I need

other out
Chrome and blak nines
In the hands of lost souls
One track minds
Wit Kill or be killed motives
We Programmed to die
Propositioned by the cops

the pain that's makes a change
Re-innovating everything 
Too tired to go to sleep in my dreams
So I dream of many things I can accomplish over anything

have it
It's just a habit 
But damn this girl got the whole package 
Got the whole package 
There ain't too many of these damn
I'm glad I can have it

nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk

switch
Or like light bill went past due, turn off that shit 
Or like soulmates were born there right by my side
But then how much would I appreciate

the law now
They killing us but we killing ourselves too
It's fuck the police except when them niggas help u
So confused we can't get right with a left shoe

Giving you levels you only got only height
You still won't get it if you're in a flight 
I'm on a run it's a terrible plight
And I am wanted by so many

no witness
Whole career ended 
Had one too many 
Now is your life's worth living 
Fuck is you waiting for
Come out that closet hoe
Divorce wife

motherfucking right
Pop that shit be ready to slide
On my momma somebody gon die
(Oh you feel me now)
All my niggas done time
How many years 6, 7, 8, 9
Most plus

witcha body
You better ollie ollie oxen
Or get tagged by the shotty
Pulling off in the masi
While I'm bumping fugazi
We too rowdy 
It's obvious you shrimp

wind...
Controlled by the in and out of my decision to keep breathing
So what appears to be an empty hole seen only by the invited, is really one, of many