Tale Of Two Cities

[VERSE 1]
Money don’t…
Answer ya questions or make sure you straight the next 24
Funny doe..
How it can feel when you asking questions you already know
Run it up…
Make sure that i can purchase all the things that i wanted for..
Uptempo…
Scottie pippin how i be in chicago I’m 1-0
Season opener don’t miss this
Bob sanders with the big hits
I am more than just a misfit
Rapper/producer like big krit
Bitch I’m winning this is kismet
Finally run wit da big kids
Finally running up digits
I can finally ball on Christmas
And come with something for my family
I be over the treetops and the canopy
When I'm thinking back to them double 8 trips
When we was stealing shit in backpacks
I could never waste this
Moment reflecting on past acts
Halfway thru past that
I keep it moving like a halfback
Credit transaction no cash back
They gon put my face on rap snacks
They gon put me in a sprite ad
They gon hand me fuckin Grammys
Fly me out and plus a flight back
Ima be all that i can be
A winter soldier, how i give it over, i am adrian peterson, minnesota
Macgyver can’t stop it, I’m finna blow up
The upcoming rapper you didn’t know of
“for all that shit he talkin boy he must be paid”
For all these bussas talkin shit, this what we say:

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Three 6 Mafia vocal sample & chop

[VERSE 2]
Come and get it if you fuckin with it
Mental state is fucked, i do admit it
Indianapolis, IN
Out in chicago i really miss it
Maybe i miss how it was when i was just one of them cubs
Or maybe i miss how it was when none of my people was selling no drugs
4, 5, 6, 7 bands
I’m trapping music outta neverland
In the middle of the midwest
Doin everything i said id plan
Doin everything i ever can
Capture it, capture it, capture it
Always tryna be a better man
Factor the flack of immaculate
In the nap when i was 18
I fell in love wit a bad bitch
Yesterday i turned 21
Lost my baby on some sad shit
Constantly thinkin paste tense
Having trouble gettin past this
So i wrote this album for therapy
Just be aware of me workin on mad shit
For a couple months i really lost my way
Cause in and outta crisis, always price to pay
A tale of these two cities, really i could run all day
Wit a broken soul and some hope for gold, bitch you can run my fade

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