hol up hol up hol up x4 c mon c mon c mon c mon x4 i been rappin too much nigga my head hurt fixin everybody problems only make my own worse ex out the phonebook and call it another chapter you lookin backwards and i m just movin past her i got demons this weed is helpin me exit out just tryna taste a lil somethin for i exit out i need a open door i m lookin for an exit route really i just wanna make my momma extra proud count your blessings for you go to sleep we from the murder capitol shout out to chief keef we through fuckin with you other niggas weak man i do this shit like 7 days a week nigga uh lookin at promoters all crazy like why dont you pay me i heard to make it gotta sell your soul to hades yeah i sold it then i stole it back nigga all i care about is bitches money weed and rap nigga yeah hol up hol up man these niggas dont want me to stay hol up hol up man you know a nigga on his way x2 all i care about is money bitches weed and rap nigga x3 hol up man these niggas dont want me to stay all i care about is money bitches weed and rap nigga x3 hol up hol up man you know a nigga on his way i m lost for words at a presence cuz i felt at a loss when my ex wasnt present do i regret it maybe so sippin on this drink while i m swallowin these whole swallowed in by these hoes man they swallow it by the load even though i m in this extra crowded room i feel alone yeah i m faded damn man i m fuckin gone i bottled up my problems in this bottle of patron god forgive him i never beg for permission lately i been doin shit without thinkin i m trippin yeah but how you feel if nobody would listen and your idol say you dope but stood idle while you slippin food and liquor i m with my niggas the room is spinnin they say you drown in your problems i m in a ocean swimmin i m in a new position i m not opposed to sinnin i m out here killin niggas lock your doors and shut ya windows yea and you could shut your mouth too i see you stuntin nigga i dont give a fuck about you man man ya ll ain t on shit ya ll just dreamin bout designer we tryna style our own shit you could see the fire in my eyes i never let no hoes contribute to my demise i never let some fuck shit ever put me out my mind i just put my middle fingers to the sky put em high up  hol up hol up man these niggas dont want me to stay hol up hol up man you know a nigga on his way x2 all i all i care about is money bitches weed and rap nigga x3 hol up man these niggas dont want me to stay hol up man you know a nigga on his way way way way man you know a nigga on his way way way way whattup to niggas out there say i never blow up two niggas got they cameras on you film it til you shut up two more niggas with holster canons made you shut up more you thinkin god i fucked up i shouldve jumped on board back before cuz now them bandwagons off the market it s only camera flashes and red carpet my nigga i can see the crew in cannes arguing over which bitches we lettin into the lambo crazy talkin but that nigga got insane flow and i m bout the throne that i rightfully was made for and i want my checks nigga blue checks 0s with a room full of hoes ain t about to put on clothes we just dreamin nigga willy beamin we throwed we young and reckless we dont give no muthfuck if you know we we just dreamin nigga willy beamin we throwed we young and reckless we don t give no muthafuck if you know 1
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