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by a snake
I'm the type that'll say it to ya face
If I send off a shot they going send me a case
So I stay out of trouble for my momma sake
Why you

about to surface

It’s a hard road I’ve traveled on
Seems I can drive forever and never see the dawn
I live by the headlights
But I’m rolling through

know how I manage
Maybe cause ima blazer
Maybe cause ima chaser a chaser of my dreams
And ima bag it soon I get it by any means
Necessary, the past is

black with some fucking twins
You bound to get your shot blocked if you coming in
Rebound it when you cock block and lay that shit again
Hold on girl

lost one, can't do it again
I told him stay of those streets
Stay off the shit
Stay away from the fake friends and that little bitch he with
What would

get escorted out to jail
If you see me again, you'll know I made it out on bail
I'd like to see your mum again, but she is very frail
I hope her kidneys

, wasting life but that's reality (Life)
Ain't all that fine, so just let me off, I have to leave

Psychedelic trip, as I try to get a grip on reality all

of friеnds but you're still on your own
This is it boy go for the throne
It gets lit every time they hear your song
Like an angel l can never do no wrong
Wanna

could ever lose
With you by my side, so baby girl let's ride
I'll take you to the sky, have you in the clouds
Swear we won't come down, so baby if you're

the church, I been searching to see his face
But time and time again I don't get it what he creates
Cuz what the fuck I do to deserve all these certain fates?

now, nigga, I'm finna go on trip

Broke ass niggas, they can't even afford to get no trish
When I get a chop, know it's gon' spit I slide with the chop

strong
Here at the motherfuckin' kick ons
We got kick ons
And all the chicks bomb, go get your rizz on
Here at the motherfuckin' kick
We've done it again

shoot me, Van Gogh
Make it on the shot then block, I can't even stop
I might as well say my body just gonna rot
By the time I'm fucking eighty nine, I'm

God)
Nigga be hatin' 'cause I'm
Fuckin' his old lady
Nigga play crazy at the show, get popped, ayy
(Let's go)
Fuckin' these hoes by the two like I'm Pac

gone off the zima
Ew on the beat knock the bong off your speaker, reverse
Let's run it back with reverbs
Tweakers on the street of Seattle throwin' feet

it low
Bring the bag let's hit the road
Hit the lick keep it on the low 
Cause fuck 12 I ain't leaving home 
Make it break it its straight to the cash

imagine a life where you isn't in it
I know we alright cause you finish my sentence
Let's party tonight like we don't know the ending
We never gone fight

ruby next door and she loved to hang with us
She showed us how to cook
And pick them collard greens
She even let us sip that wine
And it would put us

Turns out my depression had me stuck in a bath 

A two foot tub felt like 2000 meters. 
Lost in the pacific to get stalked by creators 

I want to go back

I cant say my bad for a reoccurrence
Broken hearts don't get covered by no insurance
All I know is that love turns to devastation
But you deff need

trouble Okay; Medusa Slay; Carry my Name; Okay Okay
Grinding' Day by Day; Headshot my Brain; I Maintain the Endgame
Have to reload Babe; Okay! Hold it Back;

like a book go head and read the page
Switchin lanes, I wood grained the K
Cock it, let it bang
Sippin drank, double up my cup it look like purple paint

a statistician
And even though you mad you still gon' listen
But I'm a little quiet by my own admission
Yeah the devil let off clips he on a mission
But I always

this burn
How did I come here, did I fall again, fall for yooouu
Say it ain't so, Oh! Say it ain't true
This can't be right, because I'm here with you