I been stuck up in this shit, like
I been stuck up in this shit life
I don’t really give no fuck bout my life
Mfka go and check the timelines
You don’t wanna know what I been thinking bout
I’ll die tonight, Ima walk it off
I been yelling, but nobody gone see me cry
Just keep on telling me them lies
Mask on, this shit disguised
And I’m done telling you shit, I’d rather go and hide

These mfkas all talk
These mfkas don’t wanna walk
Know the bitch wanna sit and watch
Keep on telling me what’s not
I know this shit, I know what’s hot
Call up Miylo to bring that box
This shit keep staying locked
I don’t count the shit I lost
I been locked in on that shit, they thought I had Adderall
And I’ve been watching from afar, I know that bitch will fall
I got my bitch to count my money, I told a bitch add it all
I got that bitch up right from nothing, so I’m not sad at all
I’m lying, I feel like Ima kill myself
Nobody knows the day I fell
Pull up, send him straight to hell
What goes on in this shit, can’t tell
Ring no bells, does my name really ring no bells?
Took my life up out the shell
I’m on shit that you can’t tell
That’s what I fear
Tell me something that you fear
Too much on, and I can’t hear
I’m like two out I can’t steer
Too much pain to deal with a year
And I’m like, ah, I’m too dry I don’t got no tears
Mfka, ah, I’m too distanced from my peers

I been stuck up in this shit, like
I been stuck up in this shit life
I don’t really give no fuck bout my life
Mfka go and check the timelines
You don’t wanna know what I been thinking bout
I’ll die tonight, Ima walk it off
I been yelling, but nobody gone see me cry
Just keep on telling me them lies
Mask on, this shit disguised
And I’m done telling you shit, I’d rather go and hide

DIE2NITE (prod. ssongbirds)

THAT MAN/TRUST prod me

prod 3s n sid

Lyrics -------------------------------------------------------------------------

(chorus)

this a massacre, yeah this a massacre
shoes matching the cup. yeah shoes matching the cup
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut 
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut

bitches couting up, oh this is not enough
yeah my diamonds showing off, pink diamonds match the boot
oh shit ill take your boot, lenciaga striker boot, bih
dont know what to do, too much money count the blue bih

(verse)

two thousand, two thousand on my fucking pocket
drako drako, lets punch out your eye socket,
this bitch do voodoo, like pop it !
everywhere i go its popping

switch up in the glock its locking,
no we not kins we not locked in,
kendrick lamar we not like them,

glock under tee ! came with g model,
oh brand new tee, shit cost a lotta,
i fucked the bitch, and spilt the bottle,

yes are lights low? are the lights dim?
ill get up my racks and jump out the gym,
yeah medusa this yeah medusa that,
i walk out the crib never leave my gad'

(chorus)

this a massacre, yeah this a massacre
shoes matching the cup. yeah shoes matching the cup
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut 
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut

bitches couting up, oh this is not enough
yeah my diamonds showing off, pink diamonds match the boot
oh shit ill take your boot, lenciaga striker boot, bih
dont know what to do, too much money count the blue bih

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Striker Boot

Book Me (prod. Levalarie)

Better catch some, yeah, like you wanna back up
My lil boy wanna catch some, he gone put that tag up
Bi—bitch gone raise that flag up
Get that—get that bitch attacked, yeah
Them boys gone really drag you
Be—better catch up
You can’t—you can’t—you can’t step into this place, got soldiers everywhere
I—I just threw a 10 into the air, got money everywhere
Blood—blood raining out everywhere
Talk—talk bout all that, I don’t care
Walk in—walk inside they always stare
Like, boy ain’t walking up them stairs
Pull that out I got them scared right to death
And this ain’t no one talking hot, we got them stripes like a ref
Lil bitch, I’m a vet
Got them obsessed
Stop with all that crying don’t act obsessed
Pay up—pay—pay up all them checks
I only care about that cash
Yeah, raising too much hell, I think I broke the scale
Say hello right to that ground, I bet that choppa wish you well
And, I can’t die
You know motherfuckers only wish I could
I don’t need to check in anywhere, they know that Nero good
And I don’t need to carry shit on me
My boy gone clutch that fire thrower
A couple boys wanna sit by me
I know my bitch a fire blower
Hah, walk in that room, they never seen a man down like this
All my opps gone Rest in Piss
I’ll go to hell for what I did 
I ain’t have no option to lay you down, your family sick
Talk to the judge, I made it my choppa, you dying in this bitch 
Just say the word, know they nervous, they feeling nauseous 
Got motherfuckers putting prices, turned it to an auction

envelope (subjoy)

yaz