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Why me? Why why me?
Why do I up and see my feet?
Am I
But why do my peak like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I what I see?

1]
My scene just a scene
Got the high and the sirens, yeah
My team we buy teams
Talking dirty money? the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry
dirty money, say I'm rasting
All my kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, nightmares
It's a world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can't to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my
The seal with no door key
I'm popping pills to feel me
Cut off the now I'm soaring
And I never feel poor me
I'd feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I deep
I could the devil get cold feet
Don't like the clove unless it's leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a reef
On my face I me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered a coca leaf?
I tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you me
I'm an OG up in OT and it's no sleep till it's beef
I better not hear a Little
Better go figure, better go
Pass no judgement, your weed
I'm the nigga, no goatee

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I up and see my feet?
Am I
But why do my look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I what I see?

2]
Sipping on purple it's herbal
Bad brown bitch, Turtle
On turbo, you wanna disturb him
put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on
Live a different of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a looking like sherbert
up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a face like tiger shark
in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe the holocaust
My catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My treat the K just like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an but I'm the boss
And my heart always but never lost
I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I'm looking at the report
Went and looked at the score
got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling
Than children smiling at a
Ain't got in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, roll
up, a nigga found the flow
Started the bottom bitch
Never been
been monotonous
Never anonymous
Money is
had accomplices
Always had
let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know time it is
You running out of and you running out of volunteers
Young bitch, I die for the logo
price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, in the rowboat
in the yacht though, still don't showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving a tugboat
Smoking a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom before you read the love note
Don't know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I up and see my feet?
Am I
But why do my peak look it's out of my reach?
Why I trust what I see?

Oh why am I so
Why can't I stay in my
I'm so
Try me, why do I see these bloody
Why do I what I see?
Why me? Why why me?
RIP, if you live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need