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their sisters and their mothers (who?) - cryin'
Because their fathers and their brothers (damn) - are dyin'
Turn on at eleven o'clock news
And tell me

even check the cost, yeah
That boy Josh Rey go crazy 
I might finesse on your lady 
I keep an FN make it rainy 
Step in the party got your shorty

They wanna block my sun shine
So it's shady how they move
Bout to move my ass to Texas
Ain't much shade near the boot
Think he a cowboy
Til he get stuck

goodbye
Itchy trigger finger fuck

Im feelin good when i wake up cant you tell
Im tryna get to heaven i done been through hell
Saw some niggas turn they

my own business
And I talk about Jesus
Turn 'em all to believers
And very soon they'll believe us
And they be calling us preachers
Before I preached I

a full glass
Got em into rap by rapping on slow jazz
Used to throw shade back then
Now we got the tab
Same ones, front row, piss drunk won't laugh
Instead

pressing buttons

I ain't above em but truthfully I ain't on either side neither
And what's with the leaking of emails then turn right around expect us

make some lil cousins
You tell me what it is girl we could have em by the dozen
Or we could have some twins, name them Mercedes and Ben
Or name them

and hopeless nights
Let love win
So turn the page—we’ll start again
We’ll tell a story of redemption
You will walk with me again
In the garden where you fell

your eyes innocent child, tell me can you suffer the knife
My, my, stack 'em up high, every single muscle must be tight

You don't know what you do baby,

Tell yo DJ bring it back 
Refrain from the wack
Turn do yo dame for the snatch
Just blazin my sack
Still getting paid by the stack 
Yeauhh

Get blazed,

room but i ain't say nothing 
Face the pain you can't run from it 
Take time to heal, no point in rushing 
You gon hurt yourself by doing nothing 
Don't

Saw you in the club
I was with my girls
You were with your guy's
Saw that you were staring
Your eyes are so demanding
So, I decided to walk on by

So

people calling you a hero
The power of dinero
But you ain't perfect are you
You got doubts inside you
Tell em how you've been having dreams inside so many

energy and turn it into something positive
And use it as our motherfucking fuel
So you are my butane, and I am yours

nervous yuh
Close the bottle 'for he close the curtain yuh
I won't lie and tell you that I'm perfect no
But I keep my demon buried in the dirt now yuh
I am

baby that it's been fun
Turn the lights downs go and let 'em dim sum
I can tell you what's gon' happen like the Simpsons
I can really blow yo mind like

Keep your eyes on me
Like Kodak the rapper
I might be by myself
But just know I got some clappers
Leave a tip at the bar
Cause I'll turn em into

your dead I be the devil with a soul crown
Diving head first in the void never slow down
Smoking on the fiction then I turn it into mission
Feeding

(DIAMOND)
And yo this timeless
The beats are rhymless
You now tuned to Americas
Finest
(DIAMOND)
Diamond in the ruff
Now da ashes turn to dust
Tell 'em pass

thought niggas had beef
Tell em spin again
All of that shit just boost my adrenaline
Bitch I'm from the Bronx
And I don't give a fuck who you are
If we spin

Die, maybe I could
Surprised I ain't in the hood
You can get dropped or lit with the wood
I could turn it on me and pull
Now I got no brain, but my body

oh
She in the forign, she on xo's
I can tell by the look on her face
She a demon and she
Fucked up, she ain't know what she want
Coping with the pain

no one from start
All my gains by myself I obtained
No fake friends
My fam & fans support me
I love 'em to death mayne
Best believe ima keep gettin'