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

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

My wonder why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I came from
the plate and clean it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me the fucking monologue
Lord I can't it
I'm tryna brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of that you cop your raw off
Popping off
Grab the and these niggas call charge
switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the on
Think all lost