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I was suicidal in FLA
Now I'm suicidal up in LA
I been trynna make shit change
Safe to say not a damn thing changed
Florida grown but I don't rep
Everybody turned they back
Now I'm glowin' and they turned right back
Trynna get me up on they tracks
But it don't work like that
You a bitch and your mixtape whack
You didn't give a fuck when I didn't rap
So we'll never be cool like that
See promoters never hit me back
So I book my own shit that's facts
Now promoters sayin' follow me back
But I pretend that I never heard 'em say that

Unzippin' the body bag and I throw your career in it
I'm the blackest of mages and white as snow you're a Chameleon
When you blend in to trends you think you got friends and they feeling it
But a word of advice would be to get out your feelings
I never gave a shit
If anybody listened or gave a shit
Now I get daily messages from suicidal kids
Who didn't ever go through with it
Good cause I never went through with it too, we can be quitters together till we finally die

Fake fans trynna gimme Xans while the real ones trynna get me LSD
Never met God but I bet he wouldn't really like me
On account of my blasphemy

Fake fans trynna gimme Xans while the real ones trynna get me LSD
Never met God but I bet he wouldn't really like me
On account of my blasphemy

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