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Used to make food stretch, so I don't need to eat.
Used to fuckin struggle just meet rents meet
When you see dead body, that's life on the streets.
Where the strong will survive and you die if you weak.
2 fuckin bottles in my hands, never had that.
Smokin on a mothafuckin oz, never had that.
Real shit never had a bitch til I rapped facts
spinnin on the track, you a bitch better bounce back
Fuck an assumption, You don't know me, Look like Halloween but ain't shit sweet,
no tricks, no treats, yo bitch on me. I could finesse,
but I got weed to roll instead
Yes, I got blunts and Hennessy, Shawty give sloppy head to me.
Body's droppin regularly.
Can't stop gettin to the check my g.
Can't stop even just to flex my g.
Bathsalts crazy in the head my g.
I don't need to rest til I'm dead my g.
OmenXIII black shirt black jeans.
If you know me, gotta keep it lowkey.
Sleep through the day, in the night when I creep.
I don't chase the money cuz the money come to me.
Life ain't free people gotta pay fee's
Pull up in yo city got an oz for the free,
Everybody know that I'm hot, on me,
I'm the wifi-plug hot spots on me.
If you drive by, don't miss a shot on me.
OmenXIII got the blade on me.
2017 but the music still free.
I don't fuck with labels but the labels want me.
Ridin down Melrose any day of the week.
Tell what it means when every day just be a weekend.
tell me what you want, what you need, can't talk long
cuz I'm on the flight headed to the next timezone
Tidal wave comin' through fast like the bible.
Psycho, runnin through the check like a track meet,
Athelete, pushin on this weight like a madman,
Damn man, hit my fuckin line whats the plan bro.
Rambo, creepin through the grass like these snakes do,
Fake moves, breakin rappers ankles like I'm Hot Sauce,
Bob Ross, speakin and I'm paintin the picture.
Scriptures, every single song I've ever song I've written.
Fit in, something that I never really did bitch.