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new time piece
But I still showed up late at the date night
Am sorry for this time girl
Got a couple options
Just don't push me aside
No bye bye
Don't

Brothers do bad in favela
But you know, you can do better
Competition doesn't matter
Go get your bag fatter

I graduated in the "Ghetto"
I graduated in

That's why I gotta keep me a thing bruh, Can't fuck with no new faces,
Motherfucker, best stay in your lane, bruh, Don't even gotta say it, U.F.O that's

Yeah
Don't think bout the past, cause the past ain't going
And stop sellin' packs, if the packs ain't yours
Bad lil' bitch, she was on all fours
Mom

and it's all good and we're gonna get grown
And everyday we face a battle inside
But it don't matter if we win or lose we all gonna die yeah

Push comes

the team
(Yea I started there)
I told her im ready
For the scheme
I told her im ready
For the scheme
Don't treat me like accomplice
(Bonnie and Clyde)
Your

Everybody's gonna see
What it's like to be a true MC word
All Eyez on Me All Eyez on Me All Eyez on Me
I ain't a killer but don't push me
I'm taking

The Chase

The Law

A Measure of Wealth

2009

and brothers will fall by days of gold. 

So if you, boy, come of age, 
Yeah, they'll revel in righteousness, 
Wiping the smile from your face, 
Sad to say,

And that's what you tell me
But I do not believe it
Tryin' to find the happy but I just could never see it
I'm tryin' to be a brother and tryin'

(All I know know is struggle I don't want it no more)
No! I said no more
(Struggle! I don't want it no more)

I was with you now I will never gonna

top like toupee

Flow tight like new pussy 
Homie you and ya crew pussy 
Not a killer homie don't push me 
We going hard like stale cookies 
Nigga

Okay

Defari

Okayplayer: Truenotes, Vol. 1

2004

While you're in the crowd tryin' ta fight with fans
Fuck around and get beat up wit'cha your mic stand
Expansion team's like the last samurai clan

Yeah man I can't believe you leaving for the summer
Just give me a moment of your time before you dip

Nun, you told me that, you going to your aunt

of a real nigga
Always in the streets, tryna make a deal nigga
Drop a bag get it back, I don't feel niggas
I don't need your help, I'm just being real nigga

Back in the day I was broke, I ain't have shit but my pole
Down to the ground, I stay humble the Lord got my soul
How you push me away now I'm

Been true to this the whole time
Niggas never seen a gold mine
Think I wouldn't show I
Push through sun and snow
My brothas forever know why yea

Still see me winning
Ha STILL
ST yo fuck dawg yo I’m ignoring cause I’m busy dawg
Yo stop that
Fam I’m ignoring your call because I’m busy brother

on the plate, I tend to say that I'm full of myself
If we don't dribble, swing the bat, or fumble to acting
We can't make it with will, brothers ain't heard

I've been prayin' for my sins
I'm tryna win it
I'm tryna get it
And my family is my niggas
We want the riches, to push the limit
And if you know

for hire

Can't go by my government, but niggas know I keep it G
Beezy said it's time to go, you know I'm push to start no key
Try to hold my peace, but

of the gnac (yeh yeh) 
Could never do that ugh 
Me and the lean don't react (yeh yeh) 
I'm moving too fast 
Right now I'm having a blast (yeh yeh) 
I'm on they

of the gnac (yeh yeh) 
Could never do that ugh 
Me and the lean don't react (yeh yeh) 
I'm moving too fast 
Right now I'm having a blast (yeh yeh) 
I'm on they

DG (Yeah)
Neck on froze and it's not even winter
I dont even sweat no hoes cause I got dough
We might just slide in a sprinter
I aint worried bout

dislodged, Uh
He claimin' he hard, but he not
It's a ghost gun Glock, I could get your brother shot
He was breathin' so fast, had him holdin' his heart
Tryin'