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Trevellus Javion Peeples
Trevellus Javion Peeples
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I got a problem These niggas hate me If I stop going hard Lord you can take me If I don't make it Run with me baby Gun for me baby Don't think I'm crazy Is you feeling me (Ya) Am I still asleep I don't know if it's really me Or me gone off this Hennessy I been stuck out in the streets Tryna see the industry Tryna find what's meant for me And still keep my identity For a while I been working Man this shit it's been draining my stamina Every day when I go to work dawg I be thinking bout killing my manager Everyday when I open the register Should I make these fuck niggas hand it up Am I gonna get caught by the cameras Bruh fuck it I'm moving to Canada I tried to get rich off Instagram Even thought about scamming a lil bit Gotta get the fuck out the trenches Paranoid when I walk in the kitchen Every night when I lay in my bedroom I be getting the craziest visions Of sum nigga parked in my driveway Pulling triggers that blow from a distance But even for a second I sometimes forget This place that I'm in I dream I'm falling And even while a nigga stressing I still talk my shit The world still gone spend The ground let's fall in I got a problem These niggas hate me If I stop going hard Lord you can take me If I don't make it Run with me baby Gun for me baby Don't think I'm crazy Is you feeling me (Ya) Am I still asleep I don't know if it's really me Or me gone off this Hennessy I been stuck out in the streets Tryna see the industry Tryna find what's meant for me And still keep my identity For a while I been recording But I ain't been dropping no records Everyday when I go to school dawg I be thinking bout killing my professor I ain't lien man that shit just my confession And my ex in phone I never left ha Ima hit that lil pussy on the dresser When I'm finish act like I never met her This morning I poured some cereal And hella roaches fell in my bowl Everything in the cabinets hella old And the power cut off So it's hella cold If I don't make it out of this jungle Might go and have to take a nigga soul Cuz tryna survive all a nigga knows I been praying but I'll wipe a nigga nose But even for a second I sometimes forget This place that I'm in I dream I'm falling And even while a nigga stressing I still talk my shit The world still gone spend The ground let's fall in I got a problem These niggas hate me If I stop going hard Lord you can take me If I don't make it Run with me baby Gun for me baby Don't think I'm crazy Is you feeling me (Ya) Am I still asleep I don't know if it's really me Or me gone off this Hennessy I been stuck out in the streets Tryna see the industry Tryna find what's meant for me And still keep my identity
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