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I
been
stayin'
out
the
way,
I
got
so
much
shit
on
my
plate
They
been
askin',
"Where
is
Jay?"
I
think
it's
time
that
I
escape
And
I
know
these
niggas
too
fake,
and
I
know
that
they
two-faced
No,
I
can't
fault
them,
that
shit
what
happened
too
fake
I
don't
wanna
face,
So
I
can
relate
and
this
shit
crazy,
this
shit
crazy
I
got
my
job,
a
baby
with
my
baby,
she
drive
me
crazy
And
this
shit
crazy
as
the
lean
that
I'm
sippin'
got
me
lazy
And
I
go
through
so
much
pain,
that's
the
reason
that
I'm
faded
And
they
want
me
to
stop,
want
me
to
flop,
want
me
to
quit
And
I
came
up
from
the
block,
runnin'
from
cops
in
the
bricks
And
now
since
I'm
on
top,
what
I
got,
I
cherish
it
I
done
seen
and
did
a
lot,
but
I
won't
gossip
'bout
that
shit
They
got
blood
all
on
that
money,
blood
all
on
my
fingertips
Crazy
how
fame
and
the
money
could
broke
off
relationships
But
when
you
run
out
of
money,
that's
when
they
all
disappear
They
gon'
start
actin'
funny
and
talk
'bout
you
when
you
ain't
there
Been
through
this
shit
before,
so
I
know
They
changed
on
me
but
that
ain't
Right,
though
(That
ain't
right,
though)
Walked
in
with
every
chain,
now
that's
a
light
show
Hopped
in
a
foreign
just
so
I
could
ride
slow
Don't
talk
to
me
right
now
Tell
all
you
pussy-ass
niggas,
"Pipe
down"
Tell
all
these
goofy-ass
bitches,
"You
a
clown"
Tryna
ride
my
wave,
fuck
around
and
drown
I'm
high
as
a
bitch,
I'm
all
in
the
clouds
On
my
way
to
the
top,
so
I
can't
look
down
I
was
broke
as
a
bitch,
but
look
at
me
now
This
shit
is
a
blessing,
I
came
from
the
ground
Forever
I'm
silent,
I
won't
make
a
sound
If
you
a
fuck
nigga,
you
can't
come
around
I
remember
them
days
I
was
sellin'
them
pounds
I
was
stuck
in
the
trap
tryna
get
off
an
ounce
If
I'm
hungry,
I'm
puttin'
your
face
to
the
ground
I
gotta
go
get
it,
no
waitin'
around
My
time
ain't
next,
we
takin'
it
now
Can't
run
from
my
problems,
I'm
facin'
'em
now
I
told
all
them
bitches,
"Stop
calling
my
phone"
I
all
them
niggas,
"Bitch,
leave
me
alone"
If
he
see
us
pressin',
I'm
callin'
Jerome
They
know
I
go
extra,
they
know
what
I'm
on
Slangin'
that
metal,
my
nigga,
lil'
chrome
You
talkin'
shit,
we
aim
at
your
dome
Catch
your
ass
lackin'
when
you
comin'
home
Catch
your
ass
lackin'
when
you
comin'
home
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps
and
all
the
bodies
drop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps
and
all
the
bodies
drop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps,
we
make
their
hearts
stop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps,
we
make
their
hearts
stop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps
and
all
the
bodies
drop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps
and
all
the
bodies
drop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps,
we
make
their
hearts
stop
Body
bags
for
all
my
opps,
we
make
their
hearts
stop
1 Raw
2 Love You
3 Dum Remix (feat. Lil Durk)
4 Nobody Safe
5 Dreadlocks (feat. FG Famous)
6 Survive
7 Missing You
8 All On Mine
9 Head Bust (feat. Boosie Badazz)
10 Shooters
11 Don't Call Me
12 Spray For Me
13 Body Bags
14 Crying Out For Help
15 Broken Promises (feat. YFN Lucci)
16 Preach
17 Don't GAF (feat. JetSoo)
18 23 Island
19 Flash Out
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