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1.
Nose Bleeds 02:43
You don't know me Countin' cash Gotta watch it closely Throw it up quick Watch it fall slowly It only takes one time to know So you gotta show me I'm in the nosebleeds Doing all the 'Til my nose bleeds I got it this time But you owe me I wanna be the one to know Right now you gotta show me Ah I never wanna go back to the old me 'Cause I lost all my friends and no one told me Now I don't got no one to control me Honestly, it's nice But what's the price, if I'm still lonely? Uh Yeah I stay up at night often And I just write Show me love and show me life Throw that pussy like it's rice, yeah I sat down with my destiny in August She whispered in my ear said Keep a promise, ah I just hit her raw, (Raw) Told her come to this side I just fell in love, (Huh) Not talking bout a bitch I'm talking bout the, Come on up to this side I just fell in love I just sit back and relax I'm tryna count the chip up MGM spin and spend Then I might might pick you're bitch up Like, I'm sorry Tonight I can't choose I'm sorry You don't even know me You don't know me Countin' cash Gotta watch it closely Throw it up quick Watch it fall slowly It only takes one time to know So you gotta show me I'm in the nosebleeds Doing all the 'Til my nose bleeds I got it this time But you owe me I wanna be the one to know Right now you gotta show me Ah
2.
(Woah) Remember the days in the beginning? Remember the days in the beginning? I get a similar feeling I get a similar feeling I think I'm about to hit millions I think you're hitting your ceiling You started acting chameleon Just like a model, don't need to conceal it Just wanna know how it is I know my time is coming, baby I just need to feel it I don't wanna die yet Pussy so deep I could dive in (Woah) I don't wanna die yet So I'm violent I just close my eyelids Smoke on violet I just keep 'ocybin Keep it silent I don't wanna die yet, die yet (Oh) (Woah) Remember the days in the beginning? Remember the days in the beginning? I got the same feeling I got the same feeling I got the same feeling I got the same feeling I got the same feeling, woah I'm next, baby You already know I was stressed, baby Tryna make it in one night, Hate to see you depressed, baby From all the shit they said, They were all in my head But that's what happens They doubt way more than respect, baby (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) It's all over You already know, know It's all over You already know, know
3.
Folgers 02:00
Trouble with that bitch is she don't feel shit When you with her watch out for your wallet One second she love you, but then real quick She cheat, and then start running like a faucet My new shawty a brat she like to spend shit She don't want your coat that ain't expensive The 40, mix it with a white bitch To the party, showed up with a sidekick Trouble with the bitch is, I don't know Did she speak the truth? She ain't with shit Signs will say she ain't vital bro One second she love you, but then real quick Take all my problems out on this bitch I caught her cheating she said I'm sorry You had to find out like this, baby She's a crucifix She cross me, I'm at his doorstep with a blick, Bang bang, bang, bang If I go homeless I'm gon' wake up in a foreign If she go homeless she gon' wake up in Toyota I put some crystals on my neck this shit ain't Folgers I made some money lost some friends, so I ain't folding I made some money lost some friends, now I'm on posters Now she text me but I'm cold as Nova Scotia I'll blow up so fast they'll think I sold my soul, but It's really cause I step in sync with all my soldiers You put in some work to find that niche, but no one noticed We bonded over jewelry, now that link's broken You think you fucked it up with my boys but I cut off my closest friends, so I, I, I'm never folding I'm never folding I'm never folding I'm never folding I'm never folding Trouble with that bitch is she don't feel shit When you with her watch out for your wallet One second she love you, but then real quick She cheat, and then start running like a faucet Trouble with the bitch is, I don't know Did she speak the truth? She ain't with shit Signs will say she ain't vital bro One second she love you, but then real quick
4.
(Quick) Go, while you still can Run, quick You got money to make And time to spend It's running out, quick Ain't nothing you can do about it when it slips So don't waste time thinking about what you missed 'Cause it's gonna go quick I used to hold hatred back in that ditch I made myself I wasted time it is what it is (Go quick) I don't want apologies from you You made it clear that we're not friends Even the score and go get you a Benz The more that I think about Thinkin' 'bout what I said back then I don't need amends (Go quick) I don't need your promises Them two faced comments Behind the lens Let me go out on a limb You don't feel nothing from what you did (But you broke my limbs) View from the city's a ten My girl is a ten I need about a ten a show I'm shittin' on you, 'cause I can I'm throwing' the bands I know it's not rational (I know it's irrational) Uh, I'm in the studio, I gotta go I can't text you back no more 'Cause you don't even have my back no more (Uh) You don't even have my You don't even have my back no more (Can't go out like that) (Cartier) (Can't go out like that) Fake nigga, please stand back Mm, yeah And soon we'll all be gone So we can't go out folding But you don't even have my back Ah 'Cause it's gonna go quick 'Cause it's gonna go quick Go while you still can Run, quick Go quick, go quick 'Cause it's gonna go quick
5.
Yeah, y'all don't matter at all At all, at all Oh shit No strings coming with the blessings Watch out y'all don't really get it It's the kid with the BMW preference Back of the club tryna get on that setlist Tryna get a break fast Had to skip breakfast Don't take a deep gasp Y'all will be breathless huh I don't really wanna relapse, that'd be reckless She call me Jack Reed, that's a curveball Now I'm Ed Reed, intercept it Now I'm balling, bought a necklace She said, baby you don't ever come home, I addressed it They said, how'd you turn into a man? Manifest it And go lay in the cut, antiseptic Hit it with a ribbed condom on, anorexic Don't you feel the ambiance, it's majestic Now y'all see me, huh? Came up from the D-League I remember watching y'all on the TV Back when it all seemed so easy (Y'all don't see my risk, when they close the curtains) (So easy) (Look right now, 'fore they close the curtains) Yeah (Back when it all seemed) I'm doing it better than you I'm humble, but I just had to say it I don't need to chill, I don't need the fabric Not with compartmentalization Just ran the d-d-d-digits And I'm makin' presi' in front of they faces I'm in a German, Back of the bimmer, just closing the curtain Cut off some people, cause I was a burden I know that I'm not a regular person I'm always working But can you blame me if the ethic keeps working? Ethikas all on my dick But I'm not into skating or surfing I feel like you got really close to my level Then somebody nerfed it Problem is you're a critic, that's your purpose (Oh) Please don't wait till they close the curtains When you missed out on your chance, you earned it (Oh) I know what it's like to feel deserted (Oh) So you gonna watch till they close the curtains So sentimental, not sentimental No romantic, not disgusting yet Darling, I'm down and lonely And what a fortune on me I've been looking for someone else You said, you said, you said, you said You said, the curtains closing and going down Distant from other interests Oh, your favor weakened The curtains are closing on me That's what the fortune told me Why you gotta be someone else? These days it comes, it comes, it comes, it comes It comes and goes
6.
Fashion Week 03:52
I'm not the most decorated at the fashion show, But if you have to know If you rockin' Shein jeans or any Fashion Nov' I'll promptly ask your ass to go It's not a personal thing, I'm tryna smash the hoes Look, I prefer vintage I like to blow bands on fits That look like it was thrifted I like the classic whips, Wide bodies, Where you shift it Keep the wraps up in the dash Like I'm preparing for Christmas Got the straps with my mans, Not into the murder business Plus I'm the one with the vision I told him, do you, and I'ma get it Had him sleepin' on the dream, But now we workin' for a livin' It's time to make a killin', uh, Pressure weighin' heavy on me nowadays Diamonds Bought Mama stones, She said it's barbaric At least I'm not alone, I got my Arc'teryx on Richmond after 12 is like a dark Paris Parents doubted my music, They had it hard, marriage Mama mixin' hard liquor, Her liver starts failin' Turns out it's just a fluke, But we were all scared But dammit, Daddy too busy to show some solidarity Fashion week, Shit is gettin' that serious It's hectic over here, It's been a bad year Rough patches like a bad beard I had to make a change like cashier And clear the cache, And now the cash here Fashion week, Chic sweater, cashmere Fashion week We casually pull masterpieces off the racks here I don't wanna embarrass ya We didn't care, So now you actin' out of character Yeah Fashion week Uh This ain't regular Dior, I don't believe in Jesus I'm already crossed Keep the Jesus pieces Keep the demons too I only drive egregious Bimmers Is that a Honda Civic? I ain't mean to be facetious Face-timing with my shorty overseas At the Chanel store Claiming that she "Over C's" 'Till I send her bread to make the transaction Now the plans switchin', I know you wanted that clutch Automatic transmission like, Burberry trenches For my brothers in the trenches, like Mint vintage Louis For those who never got a mention, like I don't give a fuck about anybody pretending, like He claim he saw the signs, But under false pretenses I don't get it Your whole image fake You street, but you're greener than whole spinach E46, check the windows, Them hoes tinted I'm ghost I might go rogue with some Vogue women No promo, might still go gold with this Or platinum At this point whatever happens, happens Undercover fashion dastardly mixed with digi dashes And wicked Rick and Raf collabs Fuck a Fendi bag it's Fashion week, Shit is gettin' that serious It's hectic over here, It's been a bad year Rough patches like a bad beard I had to make a change like cashier And clear the cache, And now the cash here Fashion week, Chic sweater, cashmere Fashion week We casually pull masterpieces off the racks here I don't wanna embarrass ya We didn't care, So now you actin' out of character Yeah Fashion week
7.
(Spend some time away) (Getting ready for the day you're born again) (Spend some time alone) (Understand that soon, you'll run with better men) (Alone again) It's not your fault It's not your fault It's not your fault It's not your fault (It's not your fault, It's not your fault) Tried to get alone, When I'm walking to the beat just like, like (Like, Ooh) I was tryna get in Mm, slide on the beat just like, I was makin' money like (Duh-duh-duh-duh) My drug needs no introduction I live with it, I don't need to love it, And I, And I never knew how to budget But if I'm not using, I'm not budging, hmm I've been stuck so long that I can't function (Hmm) But I never knew when to even stop, So I keep running, But I never knew, So I let down my guard I swear that this is tearing me apart Don't wanna be desperate, Wish I could restart But then you said it doesn't have to be hard, 'Cause it's not your fault It's not your fault It's not your fault It's not your fault Your fault Tried to get alone, When I'm walking to the beat just like, like (Like, Ooh) Yeah (Can't function at all) (Like, Ooh) I tried everything Ruined it all Ruined everything (Ruined everything) Despite everything Yeah, through it all You still said to me It's not your fault (Like, Ooh) 'Cause how could it be? How could it be? How Could it be? It's not your fault
8.
Dogstar 01:52
(Jump) Woah, woah, woah (Higher, high) Woah, woah, woah, woah (Higher) I'm jumpin' back in it, uh You talkin' shit, that's just how it is (Huh) I don't really care about that, cause I'm bout to be up Baby, yeah You know where I'm goin' (Uh, uh) You know where I'm goin' (Up, up) Know where I'm goin'? (Uh, uh) Know where I'm goin'? (Up, up) Plastic bitches on the telly, Fortune teller sent a lot of money, huh I think you ran out of muddy, damn I made bitches add the money, high Bodyguard keep a chop, chop Keep an AR-15 on that boy Keep a piston on me when I'm in Detroit So many white girls like a D-Boy You ain't give a fuck about me when I was still comin' up (Uh) Uh, now I'm winnin', pour a drink in my cup Now I went and put a ring on my fist Now I'm winnin', I got friends that I miss We used to be cool, can't forget what you did And if I blow up, you gon' still be my friend And when I blow up, we gon' all reminisce When I blow up, don't get too tired of me (Uh) I'm jumpin' back in it (Go) Woah, woah, woah, woah (Higher, high) Woah, woah, woah, woah (Higher) (Dogstar) They talkin' shit, that's just how it is, (Huh) I don't really care about that, cause I'm bout to be up Baby, yeah You know where I'm goin' (Uh, uh) You know where I'm goin' (Up, up) Know where I'm goin'? (Uh, uh) Know where I'm goin'? (Up, up) You already know what it is Ascend on the money I'm gettin' so high in this bitch When I'm at the top end, the shotties gon' pop When I'm at the top, all these shawties gon' flock to me Probably gon' have your shawty on top of me Toppin' me Up in the Hills buyin' property, ah Mansion so big that I sit in that bitch And nobody can talk to me, ah I swear I'll stick to my promise I swear I'll stick to my own I swear that I'm blowin' up this time, it's just the beginning I swear I'll stick when I land That stick in my car when I land I pray this shit don't ever jam, when I'm jumpin' back in it
9.
This time (Time) I wasted my minutes (Jump in) I swear that this time, It's gonna be different (Jump in) I used to ride around the city and feel all conflicted So baby tell me, in this life of sin where do you fit in? Where did I lose you? (Where'd you go?) Where did I lose you? (Where'd you go?) It's starting to feel like I never knew you at all It's starting to feel like it was an act for you It wasn't real, now look what you did I'm popping' a seal of the Act' for you Don't talk to me I'm recording I clear my mind in the morning I'm daily driving a foreign Sorry you can't be my baby no Maury Up until that last day you supported Now they ask me how I did it I used to not fit in now I got racks in my pockets, they barely can fit in Used to have rats on my team but I think they went missing You're right I'm not over it, bitch I'm addicted If you're so honest then why can't we fix it? Last year became distant, this year it's all different How can I not have every soldier on my mission? It's over, I miss it I wasted my minutes I wasted my minutes I wasted my minutes (Jump in) I swear that this time, It's gonna be different (Jump in) I used to ride around the city and feel all conflicted So baby tell me, in this life of sin where do you fit in? Where did I lose you? (Where'd you go?) Where did I lose you? (Where'd you go?) It's starting to feel like I never knew you So tell me, where did I lose you? Where did I lose you? It's starting to feel like I never knew you at all
10.
(What are you going to sing, Miss LaVon?) (Singing in the rain) (Singing in the rain) They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course Like, huh Young sinner boy Real shit isn't for the charts Knocked it out the park Came out when it's darker I got a chrome bezel on this heart I think the money tearin' us apart Part I got one, All they want is smoke, 'Til they choke up Now they're losing a lung Visions since I was young You like to lie, I like to lie in the money, and make it You makin' it up I'm still in the club, You made a song about mixing' up mud Now he got a clot is his blood They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course Like, Maxed out, credit card (Spaz out) Mag out, mask on (Trap house) Uh Do it by the numbers There's safety in numbers And girl, we're together Delete all those numbers I don't really trust him, get back under covers I loved you, we ended up hating each other She's a fuckin' fan She will fuck for bands Fall for me? Well she fuckin' can't No time on my hands So I dance, just got back from France Might go to Japan when I land 3301 without a doubt, What is you sayin'? I cannot fall back even though she bad I slide two percs into my glass Fuck what I said in the past I've been off the drugs I've been awful bad I've been riding way too close to the wrong path They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course Like- Yes, of course, like (Shine no more) Yes, of course Yes, of course (See me shine no more) Yes, of course (Shine no more) Uh Uh Yeah Shoot for course Five course meal, of course 18 hole golf courses Baby rich, made in Rich' Run the news, said "Fuck all y'all sources!" Jumping' out of M3s Y'all rentin' Bentleys And takin' pics for IG's Posted up in the streets Lacin' the bald Forces 3301 we got multiple bitches for each of us, Look like we all Mormon (Okay) You takin the picks, but now you washed up I call that boy Josh Norman (Okay) And look at the rims The money it spins on it, Like it wheel of fortune I used to pour up the Captain Morgan, 'Til I couldn't see nothin' but Natalie Portman Uh Now we here No more oppas that I fear I'm comin, I promise I'm runnin' this year Ain't never ran from nothin' Since I was man, 18, I sat down and planned Now look at the fuck where I am, damn Now look at the fuck where I am Shawty wanna dance in a mansion Then knock out the plans, Know down the walls, I call it expansion Handed me bands, now she been callin' me handsome Killers comin' for her, ransom Don't need to answer I do not love you no more They hated the shine, yes of course They hated on the shine for a real long time Yes, of course Yes, of course I see you Comin' through that magnolia tree By yourself, I need, (Shine no more) The shine, yes, of course The shine All the time, over time Even when I'm old and gone (Even when I'm old and gone) Two bags I'm on the plane She wanna complain, I told a bitch, "Too bad" Hop in new Jag Wait, fuck, I don't do Jag Just do the BMW, Know German car relapse? Don't wanna rewind, I just wanna relax (Don't wanna rewind) They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course They don't want to see me shine no more? Yes, of course Yes, of course

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