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Always stay hydrated
Drinking all this agua
Not playing mind games
Getting to this gualla
On my own timeframe
Can't nobody stop me
Blueprint like Myspace
They watch me & they copy
I can see the future
So I can't get throwed off
Know they got they shooters
So I can't afford to doze off
Call me Kama Sutra
Cuz it's time to take these clothes off
Can't say I ain't been through it
Lighting doobies off the stovetop
Hadda get back to the
Back to the
Back to the music
Focused on the wrong shit
An I started to lose it
If I'm being honest
Man I need a real producer
Lump sum on my mind
All the time like a tumor
An I been off my grind
But I'm tryna continue
Not tryna ride with weight
That's intent to distribute
Bitches feel a typa way
But still won't press the issue
Ain't phased by the hate
Cuz they gon praise at my funeral
Ahead of my time
Cuz I been masked up
If I do the crime
Loose ends wrapped up
I just mind mine
I'm not tryna act up
But you crossed a line
Why you tryna act tough
Bring me out my peace
Ima have to do the same
You think shit sweet
But I'm not the one to play wit
EA baby cuz I'm really in the game
You don't want me as a enemy
You gon get sprayed
I'm spiritual cuz miracles the reason I'm alive
Lately though these hating hoes
Been tryna kill my vibe
Brush em off just trust the process
Got it in my sight
So focused on my dough
Got these rolls, watch em rise
Can't noone that I know outwork me
So I'm getting mine
Ian even worried cuz they listen when I didn't try
Say what you want
But I fuck with them Gemini's
I do what I want
Ain't no such thing as Him and I
Hadda get back to the
Back to the
Back to the music
Focused on the wrong shit
An I started to lose it
If I'm being honest
Man I need a real producer
Lump sum on my mind
All the time like a tumor
N I been off my grind
But I'm tryna continue
Not tryna ride with weight
That's intent to distribute
Bitches feel a typa way
But still won't press the issue
Ain't phased by the hate
Cuz they gon praise at my funeral
Money