Time To Myself
• Written by Young19
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Not a lot people i keep in touch with
They might want me gone im fuccin with a dog bitch
And i want everyone around me to stay blessed
Got a cross on my chest
Feel like thats my beat friend
I love smoking even though i know its bad for health
I wanted to link with you aint no had time to myself
Im on the south end bro got the gloccy on his belt
This aint no movie
Good things dont last im repping my city fully
And i was working never call in
If its money that we talking you know im all in
Forever 19 these trenches we wont fall in
And lil baby i got a clean crib
Give you reason to come bacc leave your drawls in
Im in the ford new wheels then we bacc in
Love and loyalty to the fullest all im asking,
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Paccs is fresh in
Dress code all blue and her curls pressed
Nothing less
Took her a hour and 10 just to put some blush on the flesh
But came out lookin like she dressed to impress
Shawty i aint even mad at ya
That must be why them hoes trying to blast at ya
And them niggas trying to do it before after
Neighborhood crasher
Still got trap in my caliber
And got game in my arsenal
But im coming different than you probably know.
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Young19
Member since April 27 2019