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Yo, It's a lonely road when you ain't got no hope
Could brush it off
But I ain't got no comb
Been doubting all the magic I make with my hands
Got plans to rub it in the face like sand
I'm a good sport but a brag is needed
Confidence is toxic when the hate is leading
May delete it if the traction's off
Wasn't sticking on the surface like the gravity's off
You know I was never really a fan of him
Your bro switched up and abandoned ship
Your dogs have issues with abandonment
My dogs and I have companionship
Didn't know the first thing about management
Now I take the rains and just handle it
Spit the type of shit to get a candle lit
Made with the hands
That's manuscript
Some days
I look into the sky
And I see rays
Oh the angels have arrived
And I am saved
I know a new hope will change my ways
But my darkness is here to stay
Yea it's time that we put it on racks
SRT and we're swerving hellcats
I'm a rockstar bitch
Paint my nails black
Fucking with exotics and we're rolling up hash
I've got bitches with cuts up their wrists
Trying to play games
Getting lost in the abyss
Imma boss and a baller give a little twist
Not here for the violence but I speak like activist
Crosses, pentagrams flexing IG
Lights camera action
Flipping on the high beams
Throw it out heat while I grip a four seam
Backwoods rolled up
Major rolled trees
Need a rolled cage in a foreign I speed
I grew up in Atlanta what do you have
Said in threes, I rock Jordan 23s
Balling varsity
Got the combination on the lock and motherfucking key
Some days
I look into the sky
And I see rays
Oh the angels have arrived
And I am saved