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Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?

Which is more important?

Getting or letting go?

You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)

You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile?

This is that come-back-to-life shit

My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the Sun had the night shift

And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out)

Yeah

To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint

Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint

Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints

And you'll see how I flipped like exclamation points

My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards

Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls

More death than World War II caused

Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts

Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin'

I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'

I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards

I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it

I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sure ain't got mo' dough than Cole

Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe-to-toe

We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya

Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole

Gotta know the ropes and the protocol

Or they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code

Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes," and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure

Well, you know what Cole do

Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold

One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe in this PC culture

Address me as the G.O.A.T. like they call Chief Keef Sosa

In my sectional like a fuckin' three-piece sofa

I'm known as the chosen one

Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes

When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons

Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines

Everything come back around full circle (Nigga, gotta go for mines)

Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful? (Yeah)

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile?

This is that come-back-to-life shit

My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the Sun had the night shift

And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon

Now I know why they call it blue Moon (Yeah)

Survival at all costs, every day, niggas get logged off

Bodies get hauled off

Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought

At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?

Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost

I brought him 'round close to me before but he

Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet

I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath whenever he spoke to me

Like on the low, he feelin' that in my shoes is where he supposed to be

I tried to ignore the signs, but they're in the back of my mind

It felt like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries

My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency

Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see"

Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me

Was screamin' that, some niggas, you gotta leave 'em back

Unfortunately we seen the trap

Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly

They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh

Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'

I'm glad that you shinin', but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'?

Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime, they committin' it

Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains, they tryin' to climb

I'm here tryna find the derivative, you niggas don't feel me

You see the clout, you don't see the real me

If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me

Therefore I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God

Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth

A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile?

This is that come-back-to-life shit

My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the Sun had the night shift

And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon

Now I know why they call it blue Moon (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga

I'm back outside

I'm back outside

I'm back outside

Everybody mentions suicide prevention

Man, they even made a hotline

To call up when there's tension, but I got a question

What about a fuckin' homicide?

Need a number for my niggas to call

Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

Need a number for my niggas to call

Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved