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Why me? Why why me?
Why do I up and see my feet?
Am I
But why do my peak look it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust I see?

1]
My just a crime scene
Got the high and the sirens, yeah
My team we buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the
All the money get dry cleaned
Talking money, say I'm rasting
All my goons your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour
a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can't afford to pay the bills
I got a forcefield my heartbeat
The window seal no door key
I'm popping pills to more me
Cut off the wings now I'm
And I never like poor me
I'd rather feel the old me
I was with wheels and I roll deep
I make the devil get cold feet
Don't the clove unless it's four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a reef
On my face I me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered a coca leaf?
I could tell you than you showed me
I could show you than you told me
I'm an OG up in OT and it's no till it's roast beef
I better not a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go
no judgement, pass your weed
I'm the goat nigga, no

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I up and see my feet?
Am I
But why do my peak like it's out of my reach?
Why I trust what I see?

2]
Sipping on purple like herbal
Bad brown bitch, Turtle
On turbo, you wanna disturb him
put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on
Live a different kind of
Different diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like shark
Dressed in all red like
My niggas hit your safe like the
My niggas catch a case, like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an but I'm the boss
And my heart always racing but lost
Hello? I was the nigga on child support
Now I'm looking at the riot
and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving
in and out smiling more
Than smiling at a carnival
Ain't got nothing in common but the common
Big B's nigga, roll
Hold up, a nigga the flow
Started from the bitch
Never monogamous
been monotonous
Never anonymous
Money is
Always had
Always had
Always let clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of
Young Mula bitch, I die for the
Cocaine price low, that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still showboat
on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love
Better read the ransom note before you read the love
Don't know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I up and see my feet?
Am I
But why do my peak look it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust I see?

Oh why am I so
Why I stay in my seat?
I'm so
Try me, why do I see these bloody
Why do I love I see?
Why me? Why why me?
RIP, if you can't live in peace, you can die in
As eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine