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shouting at my brain
Don't know what to say
So I'm just rambling random sentences
I'm so close to the edge that I can feel the air thickening
Body going

Ayo, its Beanie on the track
It's like I'm stepping into slack
It's like I'm stepping into new blue jeans that I wore
At our fucken winter concert

hustle dog, greenhouse ins and outs
Hustler by nature homie, up and down survived droughts
Avoided getting dimed out in the system on time out
My life is

treason
Got what it takes
Can't wait till I make it
I'll put stars in the wraith
I'm tryna put in work to be a star in the making
I already know I'm going

fuck if you sinning tonight
I took her home by the end of the night
Like let's get it on, get it in tonight
Talk in her ear to fuck with her psyche
Make

Here we are, once again, 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly

Cold killer like coronavirus, turn me up
City goal you know what the vibe is
Line 'em up, let me know,

Me and my nigga John, getting real sturdy
Changin' no sheets I'm hittin' real dirty ha-ha
Going crazy on this one
Me and my nigga John getting real

off on a fake ID
Don't have fucks don't abide by the
Rules they set for a high school teen
Going with the flow and we get it where we fit in
We just

(Tre Made This Beat)
(If It ain't engineered by CXRBN then Ion want it)
Some days I wouldn't kick it cuz my pain deep
My mental describes the pain

a fuck about the federales
Bitches acting tough but they're from The Valley
Come down to LA for the Santee Alleys
Try and bounce but like BIG going back

Jack and Jill went up a hill
But what if Jack knocks down Jill
Shit Happens, no need to pop a pill
But pop appeal lately
Comes from spittin' bars

never going back
Nothing ever turned me on more than a stack
Brick by brick till my pockets fat
Yeah
M.O.N. said it loud like Liana
I wanna be

Angel number means that
Any grey clouds covering your life
Are about to be sent away by a warm and vibrant spiritual wind
One love
Keep going

Somewhere way down the track oh I thought I’d hop on
See how this journey unfolds
Now I’ll never look back and I know I wasn’t wrong
Oh I’ll stay

Counting blessings
Formal praise to
What I'm told to
Packed for movement
Packed for running
You'll leave by dawn

But the sun will be setting
While your

a fat cat
Man's going postal pap pap pap
Chitty bang bang whip
Gonna kill a child catcher
BBC actors
Digging up Thatcher
Treason I track the elite
On my

famine
Sam Cooke, it's been a long time coming
I knew that change was going to come like Michelle Obama husband
Invest my money can't just blow it all

Bet he catches me by the end of the track (God-daaamn)
I won't say shit
She my mane bitch
Put these handcuffs
Call 'em bracelets
Show me passion
Show me

me, all these bitches snakes (uh huh)
Riding around town, let me tell you one thing (Rc beats on the fuckin' track)
Back to the nights I was crying

titties
Got stacks to my name
And it count by da 50s
Kvng
I'm a rock tho
Hope they ain't think I ah stop tho
I'm crushing his shell like a taco
Painting his

love into pain
I've lost track of what we became
Lay me down gently
Something like a punch to the face
Laugh now cry later
But the later always made it

a facebook post
Is smiling even though I last saw them wrestling with a restless ghost
Some people I think I might know wave at me from across the track
What

a track meet
Bitches love me here all the way to Tallahassee
Why niggas bragging bout hoes basic like khakis
I get sub dissed and niggas never at me
If they

On the track, I gotta run all these laps
What I see in they raps, all they pressings is cap
Boasting and stunting, they front for the apps
In this