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Save Me From Myself

Save Me From Myself (Prod. Wifisfuneral)

TRIP (prod. mucho mango)

Persona Non Grata™ 
Produced by Smerdyakov
Written by Ozzy Monroe, Avonsuns, Mawntel, & Ari Daniels
Lyrics below:

I’m not going inside till I get money yuh
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going
Yuh
Im not going inside unless its between the thighs
Im bot going inside
I might just leave em blind
I since the decline of my temperature
My spine sent the shiver
I’ve been high since December
I can’t lie
I out the bread over my wrist atleast
Half of the time
And then I wonder why
Why I cant get no piece of mind
Be with us or be behind
Her nostrils are reading lines
Her logic is redefined
Trippin, lifted, tryna cruise the distance
If it ain’t some Benjamin’s I’ll hit ya in a minute
Flipped it, spent it, that’ll boost your image
I used to be timid but saw it was no limits
Squares around me
I ain’t talking bout no nerds
Im talking bout the piece of paper
That just lifted me off Earth
I think I had gifts
That were intangible since birth
I came out with some scars and bruises
But thats all part of the search
Moneys in my pocket
Bro this shits not just a word
And speaking of a rarely speak a cent and see who gets it first
Yuh
I drop 1 bar the kitchen burn
Go gave this bitch a stitch of nerve
The sick intent to twist my words
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside I’ll see you later
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside I’ll see you later
Im not sliding right now
Bitch im on psylicibin
She knows I ain’t trickin
When we go eat she buying
My crew flossin
Flexing like Steve Austin
But we leave em Stone cold
We ain’t wrestling or boxing
Your aura shady
Mine is lit up like a stadium
Baby been trippin lately
But she stay giving good cranium
There’s no gymnasium
But the packs flippin daily friend
We stay on top I don’t know what place that they think they in
Cuz everybody know wassup when im heated up
My heart so cold I out the stove in it
The flower doesn’t grow
Until you put your nose in it
We riding with the doors tinted
Getting so lifted
Its getting hot in December
Warmin’ up in the winter
The coat design Chinchilla
Illa when off the dope
If the monkeys flying we peel em
Was different off the coke
But im satisfied with the guala
Buck shots to yo homie
Cuz we wont let em in
Getting comfortable inside the Stu
We settle in
Kick back and sit my feet up
Like im president
Resonate for what you people cant settle with
I like the capitol baby but that aint DC
Cowboy in Dallas so I need money like CD
Fill up my palace with arms, parchment, and green leaves
Im far from average
In practice up you gon see we
You know the business
Stackin’ to wits end
To get rich
You gotta eat shit and split chins
Im fitting the description
Ill earn a pension from a sick pen
The pinnacle lip likely to grip ends
You finished in an instant
Scoop the room when we come thru
Tell a bitch disappear like my sunroof
Till im done coolin’
We all got many not just 1 tooly
Run fool
Go move it
Cameras off
Start shooting
POW
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside I’ll see you later

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