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[Verse 1]
All around me are familiar faces
Worn-out places, worn-out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad world, mad world

[Verse 2]
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello, teacher, tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world

[Intro]
My dog in this bitch (Luca Brasi)
My bad, dog (yeah)
Line ’em up, yeah (you know, man, I’m sorry)
Do it while I’m doin’ my verse, fuck it
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, fuck

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (I’m doin’ it)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (add it up)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (add it up)

[Verse 1]
Aye, pressure my motive (motive), I’m thumbin’ through something, we blew out the motor
I jump in the bucket, dress up like a woman (come here bitch), I jump out and bust it in front of the Kroger
Tried to hold on to the holy approach, play for keeps, you gotta know it’s approachin’
Hit a sweep, took a lot of my homies, couldn’t sleep, Julio, he the closest
Brought the Range out, whippin’ the rover, puttin’ change out, nigga, you know it
Don’t change now, I’ma stay focused, just notice, but try not to notice
Big load, bring a pack to the show, we back now, bringin’ it back
Countin’ good, my [?] intact, I’m hood, I perfected a craft
This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash
With a turbo, goin’ launch mode, doin’ circles, still hittin’ the gas
I signed for a brick and a half, touchdown to a milli in cash
I’m in the vet, I’m gettin’ neck from a giraffe and I pray to God we don’t crash
Yeah, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (they ain’t)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up (Gates)
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh (Gates)

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up (add it up)
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)

[Verse 2]
Now we back talkin’, got out my feelings, chalk nine, engine got real symbols (do you, Gates)
Glock 9, throwin’ that in the blender, do I gotta mention I’m in the kitchen (I’m in this bitch)
Do I gotta mention, I don’t deliver, ex-girlfriend, I don’t remember (do you, Gates)
Ex-boyfriend, she don’t consider, Goddamn, hm, I get the picture
Vacuum seal one, lower the ticket, vacuum seal numb, I’m ’bout to kill it
Get mad, bitch niggas ability, drop racks, offender a cynic
‘Bout to sit down, talk with the city, free my big round, lower the sentence
Bigger bitch down, holdin’ her titties, meanwhile, while controllin’ the seating
Need help now, loan you a penny, stayed down, would’ve gave you a ticket
Big feet, bitch, why is you trippin’? Don’t get loud, talk with a whisper
When you see me, you know I be glistenin’, lil sneak peak, you know I be listenin’
Sound upset, why is you dissin’? I’ma tap something, make them come get you

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (they ain’t mad)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up (pew)
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up (add it up)
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (add it up)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (add it up)

[Outro]
Say, Gates, what’s happenin’?
The fuck, dog, I mean, you love this nigga, dog?
I just keep addin’ up, dog, lemme show him
You know, I just keep addin’ up, you know what I’m sayin’
What up, lemme show him, I’m, huh, I’m him
Wassup?
Luca Brasi

[Verse 1]
I’m trapped and my back is up against the wall
I see no solution or exit out
I’m grinding it out, no one can see
The pressure is growing exponentially
I’m trying to keep up to speed with you
Your lane changing is oscillating me
I’m hitting the ground and sprinting
I’m falling behind now I’m tuning out

[Pre-Chorus]
Pressure building
Pressure building
Pressure building

[Chorus]
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
Let me me get off the ground
To you I’m no longer bound
Don’t stop me, don’t choke me
I need you out of my head
You got me close to the edge

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling the pressure
I can’t break out
No one can hear me scream and shout
Get out of my face, out of my mind
I see your corruption
I’m not blind
I’ll carry the burden and take the strain
And when I am done I will make you pay

[Pre-Chorus]
Pressure building
Pressure building
Pressure building

[Chorus]
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
Let me get off the ground
To you I’m no longer bound
Don’t hurt me
Don’t thwart me
I need you out of my head
You got me close to the edge

[Instrumental Break]

Pressure building
Pressure building

[Chorus]
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
Let me get of the ground
To you I’m no longer bound
Don’t stop me
Don’t block me
I need you out of my head
You got me close to the edge

[Outro]
Pressure building
Pressure building

[Verse]

I was Born to be a boss [?] plug
On my way to the bank
I could throw you a dub
[?]
Yeah bitch, whats up?
7 bitches in the room
Tell them who wanna fuck?
I let my nuts hang I’m a big dog
321 thats a lift off
I ain’t saying I stink but my shit cost
[?] motherfucking shit talks
Bringing out my name
Niggas better talk highly
Turn a red neck bitch I don’t like Miley
You niggas [?]
I looking for no hand outs I’m jolly
A lot of niggas hear me got me feeling like a [?]
Tryna [?] this swag I don’t fuck with you zombies
[?] with no body
[?] mazi
[?] you niggas sound dumb
Lived in that bitch like 10 years plus
I’m like a virgin
I don’t give no fucks
I got some hard dick that’ll make a bitch bust
[?] on my feet bitch watch where you stepping
Send [?] every time I’m [?]
[?] stop begging
I ain’t ask for help I just made some shit happen
Tired of the acting [?]
I’m always giving game like a nigga in his 40’s
I had [?]
Only thing I need a bitch for is if I’m horny
Go to sleep at night
Count 10 by the morning
Bitch you would think that I’m [?]
I don’t really want no main bitch cause I’m heartless
And I be doing shit where I ain’t tryna get no karma
If you in my [?] no feature
Could’ve smacked your bitch but I don’t wanna keep her
Everybody know I’m all for the people
But if you don’t fuck with me I don’t fuck with you neither
10 what I make
But you probably won’t believe it
Don’t tell you what cause they probably gon repeat it
When I got shot I thought I was dreaming
Now I can’t ever leave my house without a G-man
Real recognize real [?]
Don’t believe shit up about me if I don’t say
Always get my money up front cause I can’t wait
Sticking to the code like some motherfucking ducktape
Always talking money on the phone [?] cupcake
Every day I’m dressed like Imma hit the run way
[?] pump fake, bitch

Yeah
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face

I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young

I been getting lit
Since eleven years old, bitch
Go ahead, call the cops
I’m on the roof, in my fucking socks
I got a bitch in a halter top
Don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
Bounce back, ass all on me crazy (yeah, yeah)
Smack that, five rings on like Brady (yeah, yeah)

I just pulled up to the red carpet
Drugs in every single pocket (uh)

Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face

I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young

I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t never even goin’ try
Even though I almost died
But I didn’t, I am alive (ha)
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t never even goin’ try
I ain’t even gonna front
Hurry up and pass the blunt, gun

I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young

Get the fuck out of my face!

Yeah head on no backin’ down
Can’t play around
Did a lot of shit in my past
Fuck that, look at me now
Head on no backin’ down
No playin’ around
Did a lot of shit in my past
Fuck that, look at me now
It’s been a long time coming now
Fuck that, look at me now
It’s been a long time coming now
It’s been a long time coming now
It’s been a long time coming now
Fuck that, look at me now
I wear the crown