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Feel this cage when that acid
Face the same but your mind has
You desire a home
I acquire at naming hoes
Contemplating of getting dome
Plotting on my
Asking God for
Guess he isn't
Probably that fucking faith I didn't show
Skippin church, the work
Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it
up in a home that papa wasn't in
Came up of of work my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it was a lick
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to plot against
Love him, but my father my mother fucking friend
Trying to figure out how to a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, a bitch by me
roll
Garbage bag full of
Place the rap stale
is in hand
Packs get vac
the Tin Man
Cardiac
Missing past real, in it, words dentists

Don't where I'm going, don't know where I been
trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to up, fucking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going, know where I been
Never these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with grown ups

My mama wonder why it never to reach
See my in the way I'm acting
And my facial
trying to put you on
Dog I from teachers
the plate and clean it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking
I can't fight it
Know I'm brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the of nigga that you cop your raw off
Popping off
Grab the and these niggas call charge
Chain jerseys like it's all star
the on star
Think all lost