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Feel this cage when that acid
Face the same but your has changed
You desire a home
I acquire fame at naming
Contemplating ways of getting
on my neighbors
Asking God for
he isn't home
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 wasn't in
Came up of of that my conscience wasn't in
way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a
Got burners on my soul, and my on my skin
Sweaty they ain't top lotto picks
Promise I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my ain't my mother fucking friend
Trying to figure out how to a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, a bitch by me
roll
Garbage bag of sand
myself the rap stale
Cash is in
get vac sealed
the Tin Man
Cardiac
Missing past real, in it, words make

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

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