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Rizz Dec 2018
I show you the stronger side coz i love you
Can't show you the weaker side
I can't tell you that I've been plotting my suicide
If i did who do you think between you and i would really die
I'm breathing like all of you but I'm dead inside
And its sad to say i can't tell you why
Ain't got no one to vent to
Grew up being told boys don't cry

Everytime we argue you say you don't love me
You say you don't need me
As if you don't know you're the reason im still living
I wrote a note to my moms saying im leaving
I hate to see her cry
So imma put it in the post hopin that she'll read it at a later time
To this painful life i see no purpose
Busy hurting others coz of my insecurities
Judging they flaws
Tyna forget my impurities
Yeah in Texas we love to swang
Switch through the lanes
While smokin' on Mary jane
It don't matter what ya claim
We spit flames sittin' on 84
Twistin' round and round
And you can hear the bassing sounds
Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin'
Much love to the originator
I'm talkin' the ***** creator
Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin'
Or you'll be gettin' a blessin'
Surprise from my Smith n Wesson
Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s
Gold over chrome in chrono order
My appeal is so real
So ya know all haters feel
Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me
I just chill and let the wind breeze take me
Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone
Gets me a bunch girls to bone
Intellects sang
rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs

Bound to be a sunny day
In that sunshine state
Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake
From the streets to the jail cells
Makin' revenue with the crew
Black & Hebrew
No time for evil I moved pass that level
These devils wanna see me fall
But will Still continue to ball
Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft
Breakin' off proper treat my guns
Like a visa
I'll never leave my chopper at home
Pushin' more domes than the astros
Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso
Live everyday Like my last though
Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals
Rhymes verbal where's the punisher?
Foes soon to be a victims
From tyna still thangs
Still servin' up on them thangs

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