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Feel this when that acid fade
Face the same but your mind has
You desire a home
I acquire at naming hoes
ways of getting dome
Plotting on my
Asking God for
he isn't home
Probably 'cause that fucking I didn't show
Skippin church, the work
Hit a dirt, like run it bitch
Grew up in a home 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, it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my on my skin
Sweaty they dollar top lotto picks
that I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my mother friend
Trying to figure out how to a mother fucking end
dodging, keep a bitch by me
Back
Garbage bag of sand
Place myself the rap
Cash is in
get vac sealed
the Tin Man
Cardiac
Missing past real, in it, words make

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

My wonder why it never seem to reach
See my in the way I'm acting
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I came from
Take the plate and it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the monologue
I can't fight it
Know I'm brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of that you cop your raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and these niggas call
Chain switches jerseys like all star
Press the on
it's all lost