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Infamous (A Beautiful Morning)
AJE SMD
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Lately I've been thinking about the chance of a grave
I'll be making music till the end of my days
Fuck a Uber for the hooter she can walk the whole way
In her cooter where I shoot her and her back catch a spray
I'm a loser with a tumor for the tracks and some jays
Put an eighth inside a swisher try and tuck away the pain
Tribulations why I'm shaking, patience burnt by the flame
Wick is empty, wicked entry way I came in the game
Sold my soul for a Bentley and a life without rain
For the gold shit is tempting it'll fuck up your brain
I ain't going to make it out to life with a fucking cane
Because we up all night doing white cocaine
With my white lil bitch on my goth boy shit
Nothings on my back but I got packs of piff
Yeah, aye, yeah
Spaz half the clip
Take cover if it's necessary
Never scary, making bitches creamy like some Ben and Jerry
Commissary for rappers signed to a label contrary to local belief
They making a piece, someone got the pie
But not the front guy
Can't let that happen to me
I'm an activist B
So I started No Youth sipping activist tea
Me and Tahj still in the basement where we started the dream
Now we got a couple guys turn the guys to a team
Yeah
Said what you know about that shit
Man it's real life
I never say this shit twice
It's off of the top
All these bitches on my phone trying to offer the wop cause they know my eternal clock is ticking
Know that I'll be popping, chilling counting out the chicken
Hoping they can hop in and be one of my vixens but all that shits a dub
Yeah all that shits a dub it's AJE
Fuck that
Smoking on a hybrid but I swear it's straight gas
I'm dodging on a copper while I'm dripping in the Jag
I'm focused on a potion that's gone help me get it back
She spilling out her feelings cause I put it in her back side
MAC-11 size equivalent from to the floor where Mac Miller lied
All the way up above the ceilings up to where Mac Miller rise
Rest in peace a legend
You cannot call me a felon
Because I copped the youthful offense
I spent my youth getting bent
Went from the robbing the ock
To running down in a crib
I got jammed then my man turned into a snitch
Guess I should have been more careful with the people I picked
But I was down and out I didn't give a fuck about shit
We not fuck round kids
We gone bust rounds bitch
I'm a bust in your bitches stomach and love that kid
I'm a dump on a pile of onions and wiff that shit
I'm eating cookies on the couch yelling whoop that trick
Get it?