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i dont want you by me i need weapons in the cockpit
heard you talking saw you public you wont tryna act on it
wanna feature needa couple hundred in my pocket
you look like a lick and i got nothing else to do
what
i can't numb my pain i try it never goes away
fucking hate the way you think about me anyway
so come around the backdoor cuz i don't trust a thing
went to tell yall to yall face but yall was just runnin away
yeah i'm too fade for the interstate
imma take my back ways
talking out yo ugly face
you'll get stomped i'll have a day
funny i'm laughing my heart hold no malice
i get lost like alice im gon be on fallon
improvin my home tim allen
i rolled up a bone and gassed it with a$trick$
been bad no pastor could save me
i need me a foreign i'm faded
that bitch just boring and basic
one conversation i couldnt take it
i need a raise bitch you need erasing
hope that my case shut oh wait it did so
i kept my mouth shut
took me a breath now i'm making these hits
swear i'm a mystery in the new whip
come run the fade if you talking shit
you know where i stay i don't leave the crib
i never shoot guns i'll break you with first
