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Grief

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Grief

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Good grief, I been reaping what I sow

Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute

I been living what I wrote

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas

Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look

Miss me at the precinct getting booked

Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks

Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga

I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga

Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen

Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission

Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction

When it's harmful where you going

And the part of you that know it

Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details

3-7-6 Was a brothel

We had females come in every hour on the dot

And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock

Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts

Lately I've been panicking a lot

Feelin' like I'm stranded in a mob

Scrambling for xanax out the canister to pop

Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job

Time damaging my ties

Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick

You circus niggas, you turning into tricks

I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em

Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit

Cut the grass off the surface

Pray the lawnmower blade catch

The back of a serpent nigga shit

Bitch

I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash

For the moment, high as fuck

I've been alone in my shit for the longest

Snakes sliding in the street

Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them

Pigs, riding in 'em

I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em

If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him

There's no time for that

Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar

When you eyeing that

Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle

I'mma wallow when I lie in that

I just want my time and my mind intact

When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

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