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of your life?
Pour some hot sauce on me baby.
Because I could go all night.
Do you want it slow?
Do you want it deep?
Baby let me know.
Cause I'm here for
The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinking that they
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
at what happened to me, I'm used to the s*** that you see
I done came along way from slanging dimes now I'm pushing half a p's
Forever a muddy situation
spin
I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you
of moments let him and her push up on it
But don't judge me. Look, I'm just trying to do me
Don't you see, I want to have my fun while I am young
I want
dance in any weather
Warriors do work to earn their feathers
Birthed from the holocaust
That changed the world forever
Incurable diseases that they
chop chop
What they telling me to do when they unboxed out
And get them shot shot shots for them rattas
Rainbow bloods aint thugs they some hossa’s
not just talking the shit, I'm living it here, I'm rising to my glory years
I've changed since the last time you saw me
Not the little kid anymore
needs to be said before I go, it's
Remember me forever, the light in the dark
Just know that I'm looking down on you in the skies by the sun
And if you
I know you're by yourself
I know there's a love for us
For all our accomplishments
This is beyond our sin
I do not want this shit
I was lost boy,
me they wings so I land fine
Grown man talk, tell the kids, it's bed time
Stay away from people who tell you to stay in your lane, alright
Let me tell
the one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
Uhh who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you
to meet
So I'm on the streets seeking P's
Cause this is what I breathe and eat
Look deep, can you see the pain in my eyes?
Do you think you can relate
state of emergency
Scared of what imma do now (Ha)
So they hire someone that look like me but hella docile
Shoulda stood right beside me
But now u w
sign
People want my back
Yo what's up with that?
See running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
Tell me do you like what you see
Is it
rage in me has slowly started to take effect
Everything I do I do it for my kids
If you wanna live then pay me respect
You might have rocks on your neck
Do you take care of your kids or you just pumping fetus
What you looking for out here a wifey or a bust it baby
Cause I'm a respectable lady
The kind
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
But you fuckin up the game like Archer does to ISIS
I've saved some money from the fact that I ain't got kids
But just enough that I can't say that I
when we peak at the charts
Yo before we part from the start where's your heart?
You a pimp, hustler?
Tell me what's your title
America has no more stars
I'm back I ain't go far (what!)
They want me to fall off that's bizarre (what!)
They movin with no crib and no car
Bam! bam! homes I go so hard
was raised from dead, call it God's plan
cnd I don't know what I want
But I know that I want it
persecute me persecute me persecute me
for speaking
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