The entirety of "Sorry" and "Throw Away".

I can hear these adlibs

I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin extravagant

foreva eva

ion give a F*** if they were real sistas

Police done stopped comin' through Lil Mexico 'cause we made the laws
Soon as I got my first check I was crooked, so I had paid 'em off
Soon as they get word a nigga snitchin', they gotta knock him off
Soon as we get them birds, we go tweakin', then we go ship 'em off

Take all my problems and drink out the bottle and f*** on a model, yeah
Audemar, this not a carnival, this is a Royal Oak Cartier

I said I wasn't gonna f*** with that b****, then I f***ed her again
I scream out the gutter and the sewer, the streets turned a boy to a man

Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby

my lil sister dealing with sickle cell
hit me with a text just a few minutes ago
say she love me, I told her I love her too
i can only imagine what she going through
and she got me on drank and the mollys too

Tried to turn me into a pop star and they made a monster. That s*** gave me goosebumps when I first listened to DS2

i posted my response before reading this.

Real af

Razzle dazzle

I've been possessed, they wanna take my soul
Save my flesh, I'm in need of your cure
Tracin' back to orbit is where we met, met
You wasn't considerate to how I was feelin', yeah
I don't wan' explain this to my children
I need to find the words without soundin' foolish
Call it temporary illusions, yeah
Treat me like property, what you pursuin'
I need angels, I need angels, yeah
I need answers, who I can trust?
Fighting through breakups, revelation
Complicated obligations

Toast up with the gang,
From food stamps to a whole nother domain

I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple

My migo said "fuck it" he gon mail the bricks

F*** that white girl she said "Nigga please"

Stepping over dead bodies in Margielas

Whats hannenin

Mark my words imma ball without you

dont tell me you celibate to the mula
I just went rick the ruler with the jeweler

Rockin' Tom Ford, poppin' molly
Married to this motherfuckin' money

Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag and
Tell me that it's random
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you dunno' who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it?

I’m good luv, enjoy

Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble.

whatever you do... its never enough...(ion understand these b****es drizzy) trying tho

Said f*** that d*** test go pass my gas mask