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Look to close and the picture
God and the devil with ya
Deny me of a heaven send a picture
Let the lord be with ya
If you die today they'll all be with ya
That's a panoramic portrait picture
I remember
Who what when
No one was rocking with ya boy
Now in to finer
Broke with designer
Turn brains into pasta
All this pain on my mind
I must smoke like a rasta

I need a spanish mama who gonn let me come lo en la casa
Shawt que pasa
Shawty hakuna matada
Yo soy no yo baby father
Pero
I'm always on the clock
That's called payroll
Silhouette my nut sack
Post that on cable
If she's a virgin
Ima saint with a devils halo
Came up so I can hang low
Obstacles around
No problemo
Gotta get it

My mama say so
But I'm no angel
Just a kid with a halo

A good kid but a bad man
Still got my halo
My life aint going right
Grab the nine and let my brain go
I see teh vision but the picture looking kinda strange tho

Family matters im out here ducking shots from mr winslow
Tell me what you know about pain belt cross ya neck
Thinking about staying should I go
Tears fall here we go

Down the stream as I fall
Believe me I'm in awe
There's a stairway to heaven but they don't tell you about the hall
God's gift
Satan's frenemy
My demise they wont let me be
I ' m tired of lies
Roll my eyes
See the other side
Say hi

A try is to fall shy as an attempt to repent
As to jack to represent
I regret every dollar I spent

I live in a hotbox
A warzone in a trench

Shooter on the bench
Screws loose with a tool
That's not a wrench
Hold your own weight
This .40 easy to clench
Lil bro stay focused
Stay away from that bench
In the hood could get a chopper
Way before you know ya father
And I aint even worried my niggas I just want a dollar
Solid, liquid ,gas
Dont even matter
Drinking liquid, selling solid
Smoking gas
Till the boys run up
And my ass is grass
Tell me wht you know bout pain
I been depressed got my gun to my brain
Thinking about staying should I go
Tears fall here we go
Fuck I just needa smoke

Medicated syrup keep me high through the lows
Flow through the zones
I'm going through the most
Im ducking life traffic cones
God and the devil playing relay tag it's sad but im fast it's just me against a holy mask
im , slow dancing with the devil in a dark room
Swimming in the ocean living whale ducking harpoons
I would come up to breathe but life ain't no cartoon
And im like fuck the boats I'd rather die a sharks doom

Written by:
Austin Yates

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