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

1]
My scene a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens,
My team we buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the
All the dirty get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I'm
All my kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour
a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should all that power if he can't afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my
The window seal with no key
I'm pills to feel more me
Cut off the now I'm soaring
And I feel like poor me
I'd rather feel the old me
I was born wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold
Don't like the clove unless it's four
Get a pussy wetter than a coral
On my I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca
I could tell you better you showed me
I could show you than you told me
I'm an OG up in OT and it's no sleep till it's roast
I not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, go deep
no judgement, pass your weed
I'm the nigga, no goatee

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

2]
Sipping on purple like it's
Bad bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my
Damn, I dropped too many ashes in my turban
I see so many titties on Bourbon
a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga like sherbert
up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like
My niggas hit safe like the holocaust
My niggas 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 racing but never
I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I'm at the riot report
Went and at the final score
got revolving doors
Bitches in and out more
Than children at a carnival
got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, honor
Hold up, a nigga found the
from the bottom bitch
Never monogamous
been monotonous
Never anonymous
Money is
had accomplices
Always had
Always let chopper stick out like a bottom lip
You out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of
Young bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low
Tunechi Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a boat
Better read the ransom note you read the love note
Don't know if its throat, deep throat or cut throat

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I look up and see my
Am I
But why do my peak look like out of my reach?
Why can't I trust I see?

Oh why am I so
Why I stay in my seat?
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 can't in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need