Accident prone That’s good to know She still missing me though We should actually go To a place so unknown Get lost like a soul In the music I write My bitches look like some poems I created myself Pauses for feeling alone Never had nobody help I made it apparent I was both of my parents Raising a man by himself They acting so different Running on foot never got apprehend I know who we hitting Hard expressing all the shit I been living Especially since all the money we getting IX I came from the bottom But she was still toppin Funny my problems The irony of them I love through pain I find it so strange at my lowest my blessings have finally came
Its like where has time gone I been so lost These drugs they makin me black out Im jst tryna get back now Makin moves gotta get these stacks now Gucci louie and designer Most these niggas on these streets be liars They jst want you for ur attire Roll the weed push the gas Lets get higher
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