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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 I trust what I see?

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

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

2]
Sipping on like it's herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa
On turbo, you don't wanna him
put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many in my turban
I done see so titties on Bourbon
a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the
Eat a nigga like tiger shark
in all red like Olajuwon
My hit your safe like the holocaust
My catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just a (?)
Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the
And my heart always racing but lost
Hello? I was the nigga on child support
Now I'm at the riot report
and looked at the final score
Bedroom got doors
Bitches in and out smiling
children smiling at a carnival
Ain't got in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, roll
Hold up, a nigga the flow
from the bottom bitch
Never been
Never been
been anonymous
Money is
Always had
Always had
Always let chopper clip stick out a bottom lip
You out of time, so you better know what time it is
You out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the
Tunechi in the though, still don't showboat
on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the note before you read the love note
Don't if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

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

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