Yeah
They should call me Ray Charles, boy
Stay lost, boy
Break laws, boy, shit was my day job, boy
It was still on sight when I see that nigga, 'till I seen that same lost boy
In the eyes of a man I was bout to kill reflect back to the same lost boy
Cause it's all a cycle, all survival
All that you know, all that I know
Fall or fly, yo, crawl or die slow
Thought when I go the God of my hope was just a gun
The God of my home was just a gun
Hell I had ass for debt to pass depression
I hold wrath aggression and revenge and I know
Faster methods than regrettin'
My own bad direction manifests in my home, whoa
Maybe it's a show without the ghost
Maybe it's the hell I had to quell, I had the most
Maybe it's the devil in my head that I been dreadin' and betrayin' is the motherfuckin' goal, sky
Try to make you mine
Try to make you mine
Try to make you mine
Try to make you mine
Try to make you mine
Try to make you mine

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