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Feel cage when that acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You desire a stable
I fame at naming hoes
Contemplating of getting dome
Plotting on my
Asking God for
he isn't home
Probably 'cause that fucking faith I show
Skippin church, flip the
Hit a dirt, Tommy run it bitch
Grew up in a home papa wasn't in
Came up of of work that my conscience in
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they ain't top lotto picks
that I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my ain't my mother fucking friend
Trying to out how to start a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, keep a by me
Back
bag full of sand
Place the rap stale
is in hand
Packs get vac
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 hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some 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 roll up, fucking some grown ups

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