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Take heed, Struggler
Struggle, endure, contend
For that alone is the sword of one who defies death
I'm too sad, way too damned
Think my heart's all but turned ash
Gone bad but the raps go Django
Only catching wins, no L's, El Chapo
Boy, you can bet that I don't do setbacks
I go berserk, boy, I blow her guts back
Cute little death trap
Think I found my needle in a haystack
Hit the 3-1-3 like you can never get your bitch back
2017, Making moves in a Lancer
Drink got me leaning like the wheels got cambered
Shawty call me and I don't even answer
Turning off the phone, riding 'round with a dancer
Numb to the static, my habits been killing trauma
Mission make a milli and give it right to my mama
Got my crew rolling deep, nothing sweet, but we candy
Loadin up the heat for them haters, understand me
Busy with the motion, I ain't got no time to post up
Want my name in lights, I ain't closing on no Pro Club
Popping out the coffin, I'ma drip in all black
Heart attack, ignore the fact at that
I'm too sad, way too damned
Think my heart's all but turned ash
Gone bad but the raps go Django
Only catching wins, no L's, El Chapo
Dressed in pain, stitched up in blood
I'ma wear this hurt like a custom tux
Crooked little smile when I start my losses
Broken boys all turn to b-
Yayo in my pocket, profit never stoppin
Smokin on that loud pack, shout out "ain't-no-coppins"
Weapons cocked up in the trap and ambition never lackin
Phonk drippin, bass hittin, feel that rhythm crackin
I'm too sad, way too damned
Think my heart's all but turned ash
Gone bad but the raps go Django
Only catching wins, no L's, El Chapo
Boy, you can bet that I don't do setbacks
I go berserk, boy, I blow her guts back
Cute little death trap
Think I found my needle in a haystack
Hit the 3-1-3 like you can never get your bitch back