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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 trust what I

1]
My scene a crime scene
Got the beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we buy teams
Talking dirty Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry
Talking dirty money, say I'm
All my goons kidnap your while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour
a cold 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 over my heartbeat
The window seal no door key
I'm popping pills to more me
Cut off the wings now I'm
And I never like poor me
I'd rather like 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 leaf
Get a wetter than a coral reef
On my I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better 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 roast
I better not hear a Little
go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass 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 peak look like out of my reach?
Why I trust what I see?

2]
Sipping on purple like it's
Bad brown bitch, Lisa
On turbo, you wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my
Damn, I done too many ashes in my turban
I done see so titties on Bourbon
Live a different of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the
Eat a nigga like tiger shark
Dressed in all red Olajuwon
My hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got
My treat the K just like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an but I'm the boss
And my heart always but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child
Now I'm looking at the report
Went and looked at the final
Bedroom got doors
in and out smiling more
Than smiling at a carnival
got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, roll
Hold up, a found the flow
from the bottom bitch
Never monogamous
been monotonous
Never anonymous
is unanimous
Always had
Always had
Always let chopper clip stick out a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better what time it is
You running out of tears and you out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the
Cocaine price low, that a low blow
like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, don't showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love
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 it's out of my reach?
Why can't I what I see?

Oh why am I so
Why can't I in my seat?
I'm so
Try me, why do I see bloody bodies?
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 close and mines bleed, I need Vizine