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

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

My mama wonder why it seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my features
Just to put you on
Dog I came teachers
Take the plate and it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or me with the fucking monologue
Lord I fight it
Know I'm brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of that you cop your raw off
Popping off
Grab the board and these niggas charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all
Press the on
Think it's all