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ion like the way i feel but i aint new to dis
keepin dope up in my blunt bc im tru to dis
brand new chopper and its the one that got the coolin kit
sippin dirt cuz aint no way im gon get through this shit
do em bad knock em down and take his shoes and shit
clap his ass hit the head like fuck a bruise and shit
call her latenight cuz she know what fuckin time it is
she call me day time cuz she know thas when the commas hit
i gotta lotta of it hit me when you wantin it
its like im runnin it i do it nike sponsor me
banana clips and i roll brocolli countin cottage cheese
im such a healthy kid ill make it imma prodigy
she such a faker when i got paid she was proud of me
fuckin up my money route is bad but please dont lie to me
runnin on the interstate im servin we both trafficking  
born to be the best but just somehow i keep on lacking it
but then that package hit the money keep on stackin it
it dont grow on trees so i make this shit happenin
wit my niggas in the tahoe we still passin it
and that bitch from round the way yeah im still crackin it
hit his ass with blackouts we was trynna flip the whip
college bitch gon call my line ik she trynna hit
if it aint one thing its another and im tied of it
im gettin turnt up in this bitch like imma crash and shit
im counting cash and shit i thank god that i have this shit
without my brothers id be gone can u imagine it ?
a life without the kid yall use to know, a memory
to the one i use to love and couldnt carry me
look at me now ho im in this bitch like chris breezy
she keep trynna hold me down i told her it wunt easy
got her nigga mad i told da boy to take it easy
id rly hate to do ur ass and go to jail for 50
sippin codiene for the fuck cuz im too high to taste it
drop a pill up in the cup my demons bouta face me
throw a opp up in this blunt we bouta fuckin face em
and if they run up on me wrong ill leave a nigga faceless
point me to the money i aint come for conversation 
if he the loudest in the room we drop the population 
i line the stars up in ur night just like a constellation 
im on my knees i pray to god cuz rhats who i be praising
and for my future kids i hope one day i get to raise them
i hope my mental dont take me away from all my greatness
i hope my enemies still mad and still b onnat hatin
i hope this money get so long that i dont have to slave
i hope my niggas getting past the shit that they dont say
i hope my momma know i love her i tell her everyday
i know im getting better than who i was yesterday
i gotta plan and im committed but take the pain away
hit his ass with blackouts we was trynna flip the whip
college bitch gon call my line ik she trynna hit
if it aint one thing its another and im tied of it
im gettin turnt up in this bitch like imma crash and shit
im counting cash and shit i thank god that i have this shit
without my brothers id be gone can u imagine it ?
a life without the kid yall use to know, a memory
to the one i use to love and couldnt carry me ion like the way i feel but i aint new to dis
keepin dope up in my blunt bc im tru to dis
brand new chopper and its the one that got the coolin kit
sippin dirt cuz aint no way im gon get through this shit
do em bad knock em down and take his shoes and shit
clap his ass hit the head like fuck a bruise and shit

memory

its never enough for you

came up in this world just a lost cause
i jot bars and making all these rap songs
so maybe i blow up and stop dictating all the traps brah
im smokin to my lungs rot im coughin up the blood clot
someday when my sun stopped i picked up all the rubbish
to fill the hole inside me bitch im smokin every substance
i search my brain for intellect cuz there no room for dummies
im up late in my mind i tend to do dis all the time but then im right back where i started i feel this life was never mine
i rly love to play the bitch i need a new controller
marijuana fill the room my parents hate the oder
turnin 21 but im not feeling that much older and the racks still growin it aint movin any slower
dont bite the hand that feeds cuz imma serpent lika cobra
texas poker onna nigga imma make the fucka hold em
and my niggas by my side because to them i never folded
beat the bitch up till its swollen cuz thats how i pass the anger
gucci collar sittin nice i grab it off the hanger
u wasnt with me buyin grams so i dont call that boy my ganger
private plane thats in the air but back in class i used the paper
foldin paper taught me how to get when the shit when it come later
needed someone to look up to cuz i didnt have a hand
u getting mad at all i do but couldnt teach to be a man
im the one that i look up to i just do with what i can but i wont ever understand the pain you put forth on yourself
expensive taste and boujee bitches eating all up on my health 
i want designer clothes im rockin shows but she want all my wealth
creepin thru the backdoor cuz with time i mastered stealth
and with that time i lost myself i had to deal with what i dealt
had to grab whats off the shelf and got addicted to the spell
my white girl dont like you niggas but you come back for the smell
its like with every thought i have it tears me down and doesnt help 
its like the money multiply i thank my god for what i sell
im thanking god for all the plugs that couldnt keep it to themselves
posting for the public eye but getting mad when they in jail
i like to fuck up all the money and make her sing just like adele
carpet stains of liquor if they could talk they tell a tale



im like a father thats on murray i deny the accusations 
i like all the sounds of cash i put the c thats in the cadence 
i dont care bout what you sayin 
aint no money for the waiting
popped a bar im seein faces
i cant deal with complications
all this money grow on trees you gotta water up ya seed
i tell her i got what she need she pull up in a breeze
pop my shit i do with ease but nun my swag it come for cheap
carbon on me for the niggas that forgot im out reach
pay attention to the clues i taught you how to weave
dodge the cops and move the rocks we heading back for weed
somethin tells me you aint been this low before
the plug just called me i aint hitting back this pack im finna score
give my love out to a whore but thats just all i ever knew
i keep it coo for all my brothas in the end they never true
i smoke gorilla bitch its glue and i enjoy the way im feelin 
hit the roof i hit the ceilin if the feds come hide the riches
oh my god i made a living servin junkies paid prescriptions
i got hi tech in my kitchen ease the pain off  with the sippin 
i said i said
oh  my god i made a living servin junkies paid prescriptions
i got hi tech in my kitchen ease the pain off  with the sippin 
i said i said ya

creepin through yo hood up in the night im on sum sly shit
sneaking through your window your best friend be on sum sly shit
in here it get dark but thanks to her the shit reside here
gave me all the info that i needed for this crime yeah
im in the next room over trynna keep it quiet man
one wrong move its over and we headed towards the lions den

hate to mention me and dude we was the best of friends
money speak in volume and it starts to ring my head
im diggin through the drawers im checking through the wooden floors
if we cant find it we keep looking gotta trust the score
i do this for a living not whenever i get bored
this shit a art the way i talk right to you without a trace
of anything you owned i sold it in the same place
that you sleep i know one day its coming back to me
but i keep thinking bout the money its the death of me
the lord my witness for what all i do and all i must
i cant control the urge to rip you from a couple bucks
made it back in one piece you gotta gamble luck
i get enough to feed the bros and rock designer clothes
i need enough to roll a couple o’s for hella hoes
to paint a picture is to leave it perfect for a witness
i paid attention then it paid me what a strong commitment 
i pleased the wrong at least i tried to keep it optimistic 
this body armor on me tight in case it get ballistic 
i played it smoove until one awful day i made it home
i seen my homie parked outside i figured he was stoned
and trynna kick it but i had a feeling that was wrong
but he dont know just what i did i hope its on the low
i pulled right in the driveway and did no waiting on my phone
but when i looked up i had seen the barrel of the rifle
in that moment i was shocked the anger tried to pile
but who am i tho to be mad my ego is my idol
he cut me off before i spoke he knew that imma lie so
he gave me what i earned the price tag of a broken child

the journey of isolation

SraBedlam

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