| I made a lot of money, spent most of it makin' a bail |
| Don't ever feel like gettin' nowhere, like a pitbull tryna chase a tail |
| It get lonely on this paper trail |
| Had to make a sad song for all the soul snatchers runnin' from they shadow |
| Fuck I'ma cap for? I don't tweet, I just show |
| Made peace with my ghosts so I can reap what I sow |
| Yeah, soon I hop out the booth, I hop in the V with my Zoe |
| I'm in the sheets with a big old pole, ain't tryna sleep with my ho |
| Mmm, mama caught me jokin', think about my newborn |
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| You Heaven-sent and, though you lightskin, you look like just like me |
| Shootin' guns, abusin' drugs, I'm too young to be livin' like this |
| My grandma say, "A lot of people gon' die about you, Tyson" |
| If you call me Jason, then you knew me way before I was famous |
| I murder satan when I go deliver my soul |
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| Go ask my mami, I'm lil' Bill, I kill for real |
| Ask my family, I was ill since I live |
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| Tryna catch fire |
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