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Feel this cage that acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You desire a home
I acquire at naming hoes
ways of getting dome
Plotting on my
God for favors
Guess he isn't
Probably 'cause that faith I didn't show
church, flip the work
Hit a dirt, Tommy run it bitch
up in a home that papa 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, it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my on my skin
Sweaty they ain't top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to plot against
Love him, but my father my mother fucking friend
Trying to out how to start 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 real, in it, words make dentists

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

My mama wonder why it seem to reach
See my in the way I'm acting
And my facial
trying to put you on
Dog I came from
Take the and clean it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking
Lord I can't 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 and these niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys like all star
Press the on
Think it's all