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Steven Montes
Steven Montes
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Steven Montes
Steven Montes
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Steven Montes
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Texty

I hope I die before it's time to make some grown decisions
Once I show my vision
Get the dough, my flow precision
So close to winning
Pour my soul in every verse I've spitten
I don't listen to nobody except my intuition
I love my girl, but I'm afraid that she gon' slow the mission
Or something different that I'm too afraid to talk about
Cause I don't wanna hear it
Nah, I'd rather fly in spirit
Get the fuck up outta dodge
Then have to say I'm sorry for a bunch of shit I'm really not
Lessons I done been forgot
Battles didn't win but fought
Lying to the mirror like man you gon' make this worth the plot
Learning what I wasn't taught
Learning what I wasn't taught
What's it called, fuck I forgot
Henny shots for plenty thots, shaking ass on rented yachts
Trap you with a baby if they can't get you to tie the knot
Wanted you and every bop, had the world I let it drop
Crashed out in October, it was almost suicide by cop
Stashed the Glock inside the box
Fully cocked, while bumping Dot
Police pulled they pistols when they saw
I prayed they'd set it off
Thought about, let me stop
Cause if I get to talk that talk about my mental health
They'll start to thinking Steven's getting soft
Fuck this shit
I hope I die outside of California
Somewhere they're glad to know ya
Had it with the sandy land
I'll trade these shorts and tan for padded Patagonia
Hell's been frozen over ever since I crawled up out
Made it to LA, ain't nothing changed except a bigger house
Could've gone a different route
Picket fence with bitching spouse
Only round the holidays, my dick could fit inside her mouth
Bills ain't getting paid off working wages
Scared to ask for raises
Know my shit will pop
Because it's hotter than what's on your playlist
Know my shit will pop if I could focus for a fucking sec
Tie the noose around my neck and pray the lord forgives me
I'm just empty, burn the building
Hope my soul lifts out the chimney
When the smoke clears and dust settles
You could hold me in your memory
Written by: Steven Montes
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