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(volume 2) - truett lyrics

[track 1]
(instrumental/sample)

[track 2]
i thought a lot of people listening to my sh*t are like “alright, [not off?], alright, okay, okay, alright, oh sh*t! alright, we good”

lit up, took cash out
get it, then dash out
get up the shackles
i just can’t wait till i get my [apple?]
write up the hit then i dip [the chapel?]
finding my hooks, then [writing?] this sh*t
i take a fish right up the tackle
you want my sh*t like a bathroom back up
yeah, i’m just an assh0l*
[?] which rap in the f*cking cold
just so gone, really f*cking conscious
i roll another and then evolve
just another place to get stuck and lost it
508 till the f*cking coffin
b*tch i puff and cough, and i’ll be up here often
i’m a f*cking [?], gеt you lost like a f*cking loch ness still stuck in darkness
yеah, yeah
i love toxins, b*tch
smoke so much, [i’ma walk in sin?]
go ahead and let it, let them talk the sh*t like a [?] b*tch
i’ma puff it, b*tch
yeah, i don’t f*ck with sh*t
break it up, then i talk the jib
time is not [all?] on my rocketship
you don’t f*ck with it, you can suck my d*ck
yeah, they all masqueraders
all my accolades attached to paper
i play my own sh*t, i’m nastic, blast it
[?]
smoke it now, then i ash it later
reaching the mason and grabbing [acres?]
yeah, b*tch, i’m afraid that i write from the [?]
you will not f*ck with the [?]
[might just as well have to save it?]
[track 3]
xtravulous

i’m stuck in my ways
i tuck in the jay
i puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch i’ma fire up
where’s my lighter?
i’m up, b*tch i’m way high up

woke up to a check
got home, got kush in my breath
cold goes with the [?]
[?] not a tec
boy it’s [?] not no tec
[living in lucy?], fall on deck
i’m timeless, my watch don’t tick
don’t got n0body to talk to yet

and around [?]
while my head stay wilin
big buying, watch the cape high up
[?] like the daytime
no, i ain’t lying
no, i ain’t fine
till the money coming in it’s the same grind
i’m stuck in my ways
i tuck in the jay
i puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch i’ma fire up
where’s my lighter?
i’m up, b*tch i’m way high up

don’t know if i see another weekend
don’t know if you see i’m numb, weak and
do you just wanna see [?]
don’t know if i see another weekend
don’t know if you see i’m numb, weak and
i know none of this f*cking money helps

i’m stuck in my ways
i tuck in the jay
i puff, fill up my lungs
b*tch i’ma fire up
where’s my lighter?
i’m up, b*tch i’m way high up

[track 4]
(instrumental/sample)

[track 5]
penacho

hype*beast, felt like i wanna rap
i got a tight beat
that is not what i meant when i said “bite me”
they stay blabbing on cap
yeah, that sh*t likely
they don’t like me

now these kids wanna talk like they heartbroken
never felt no d*mn thing close to what it is
it’s so d*mn easy to tell, you never felt that sh*t
when you spoke it, bogus
these fans just can’t focus
rappers lately been on some punk sh*t
yeah, and you ask me why i’m ghostin’
let the sound switch, then i make motion
b*tch, yeah

ey, yeah, yuh, ey, ey
just another white suburban kid rapping on emo trap beats
thought you wanna talk about who’s biting who
b*tch, you should do your history, g
i can’t give a f*ck about all the opinions, none of it mean sh*t to me, g
i don’t give a f*ck about it, if it was trending
all i ever did was me, g
[guilt you up?] brought it back like the ghost i am
and see, it don’t make sense to me
in the back like i’m meant to be
i ain’t sh*t like i said i’d be
most of my friends [?] real friends to me
in a six months i’ll get id
i’ma go drink my way to sleep
i’ma go cop me a big old bottle
i’ll face the sh*t, then i’ll face defeat

hype*beast, felt like i wanna rap
i got a tight beat
that is not what i meant when i said “bite me”
they stay blabbing on cap
yeah, that sh*t likely
they don’t like me

[track 6]
ey, ey
f*ck [the precious/pressure?]
suited up, i need protection
poppin’ [?] like [?]
[?] go back but b*tch i’m rollin’ up that [?] leaf
[?] b*tch i need my money like pr*nto, please
b*tch you took a part of me
b*tch i f*cked up probably
okay, ey
i hop out the [?], i blow my piff and [drip?] the way
last week i was it but i ain’t sh*t today
i be rollin’ [?] i be rollin’ [grey?]
i just numb that sh*t like [?]

all i do [?] that motherf*cking b*tch once again
once we roll up another, smoke till the sh*t burn my lips
i won’t trust any another ’cause it isn’t worth the risk
yeah, that b*tch gon’ say she love you, then that b*tch f*ck your [friend?] (woah)
[?]

[track 7]
(overlapping samples)

[track 8]
ey, ey, nothing makes sense no more
nothing makes sense no more, ey

nothing makes sense no more and i love it
i don’t take the sh*t no more, none of it
i don’t need nothing
when i hit the asphalt, i get up from it
when i hit the track though, b*tch, i’ma run it
i just need a big advance on the budget
i got the plans, but i need to fund it
i just make the switch from the softheart sh*t like i wasn’t even crying, b*tch
i was cutting onions

yeah, no home, just me what i’m on
i don’t wanna be ’round y’all
i don’t ever wanna be like y’all
i think i’m onto something
smoking like i hate my lungs or something
used to wake up every morning like “f*ck this”
hope that at least i get numb
[?] now nothing makes sense and i love it
i don’t take the sh*t, no more, none of it
nothing makes sense no more and i love it
i don’t take the sh*t no more, none of it
nothing makes sense no more and i love it
i don’t take the sh*t no more, none of it
nothing makes sense no more and i love it
i don’t take the sh*t no more, none of it, b*tch

[track 9]
(instrumental)

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