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Ryan Crossman
Ryan Crossman
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Everyday feelin' like the same shit, ay My brothers don't got the money but you know we stay fit Fuck the codeine in the back we staying with the same bit Nobody finding nobody cuz they with the same bitch Fucking it up in the back I knew that bitch was just trash I know I wanna do that I got this shit and I'm stacked I just be counting the racks Daily Shoutout the outs they gon' save me I make it rain, kinda haily I do that plainly I just be shooting for mars I be whipping all them foreign cars Lil' Baddie she just want the time 4 A.M. then I'm back on my grind Faded away everyday wake and bake cuz it's keeping my demons in line Yea Shawty be makin' assumptions You know I'll turn nothing to something Watch us blow up you come running Im a Jack in a box you mclovin' Shawty I don't want your love Cuz we fight every night that's enough I'm addicted to you as it is So I gotta go pour myself up Up out the mud Like it when you talk that shit I'm in love with all your toxic traits Why you gotta be so complicated I left her yesterday that's why you hate it All these other hoes seem to be on fake shit Smoking on some weed now I feel fucking brainless You only got one shot to motherfucking make it Everyday feelin' like the same shit, ay My brothers don't got the money but you know we stay fit Fuck the codeine in the back we staying with the same bit Nobody finding nobody cuz they with the same bitch Fucking it up in the back I knew that bitch was just trash I know I wanna do that I got this shit and I'm stacked I just be counting the racks Daily Shoutout the outs they gon' save me I make it rain, kinda haily I do that plainly I just be shooting for mars I be whipping all them foreign cars Tell you I'd die for you baby but fuck it I'm way to alive, I Pour me a four when I'm sad what I do is get high, aight I know what you asking but I'm never speaking what's up in my mind My life reduced to ash if you don't put this shit on your life, Baby what's mine Anything you wanna turn into more gotta make it's way round the vine Y'all might not know what I'm speaking about but y'all gonna understand with time I'm stacking the heights I gotta look out for mine We gon post up on the island I fill a chain up with ice After I get a crib with my family with a ocean right beside it
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