This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Tell them niggas they sleeping
Feeling, of appealing
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
Out of mind out of sight
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
In time we learned to live a life of crime
That scary love, never get married love
Cause america the terror of,
But i guess that shit's just tough love
Of potential cases
Hop in and let me test drive
Of the book of your life
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