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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