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I gotta up this 40 one time
And it failed if I make a stop time
And these dub-ass niggas stealing gang signs
How you cappin' what you
Rappin' in your

supposed to be
And these thoughts keep creeping up on me
Like my life was nothing like what I was promised it was gonna be

You grab my hand and tell me

Nada, Franchise
Nada, Shotcallers
Yeah, Sporty Thievz, Sporty Thievz
Uh huh, Nada

A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue, brand new

of town with my girl we ain't subtle
Boy brown with a Glock no number
Like I'm balling big all mat whip black
Like I'm calling him the plug got a big bag

Got a lot on my to-do list
Short term gotta move quick
Long term gotta stay patient think big picture like Kubrick
Hitchcock with the HipHop

Ain't No Love

Big Syke

Presents: Kalifornias Most Wanted

2003

doing it like I do it

[Verse 1: Big Syke]
From the first day of birth it was like we was cursed,
For our destiny to ride away in a hearse
Unseen

the puppeteer pulling the strings
CuHz pawns turn to Queens to protect the King

Been around the world, limelight, I'm exposed
Any opp presented to has been

give the whole world for a sight of those things

Hands just as soft as skin on the fruit
That breaks down by the branch 'neath the bluest of moons
Lord,

got opinions, but that won't change a thing
We got each other, let's shut the world up
And take our clothes off, baby, yeah

I don't want nothing in

Sidenote

Lil Tecca

We Love You Tecca

2019

your lil' drip
Shawty, you buggin', I got the big drip
I just made a song by the postal, lil' snitch
And I just got a check, that's more money to flip

got opinions, but that won't change a thing
We got each other, let's shut the world up
And take our clothes off, baby, yeah

I don't want nothing in

you
 Got his system hands
 But it's a black nigga world, fuck who you with
 50,000 every month, that's just on bills
 20 apartments and a (?) house up

at the same time
Black skull cap, keep my khakis creased
Rydas got love from the West to the East

I was born in this fucked up world
Ryda brown (Yeah)
10 years

melanin  
You're sweet like candy
The taste of the jolly ranchers yea 
Maybe hit up Paris
(Go to the Eiffel Tower) 
Then swing to mexico
(Be there by

and free up
Ancient righteous kingdom come big it up
Mi ago fight for l-ver and l-ver more, you know?

up that loud
She like the way I sound
She wanna run around
Leave roses on the ground, yeah
A horseback is where she riding
I'm in the west, but I'm

procrastinating
I got a show in Paris coming up
Followed by London, I'ma tear it up
So many people just don’t care enough
Analyzing faces in the crowd staring up

jobs
I was runnin' through the streets with
Dudes who used to boost cars
And every time the laws jammed me
Up and tried to burn me
You was always by my

loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like

trapped up by thinking you know it all, that's how you fall
If you ain't growing then you dying, we must evolve
Once you master the mind, then ya problems

mama crying
They grew up in the suburbs, now her son ducks for cover
Had a gun inside the cupboard, only 16
We used to talk about them big dreams, now

"she's the purest"

Saw a white girl 
Snorting white girl 
Off a pink titty 

In the back room 
By the bathroom  
With a rolled 50 
 
She licks it up 
She

to soul-search but the
World just gets colder

So I'm chilling with the crew and
They told me to spit it
Thought for a minute then said yeah
I'm with it
Rolled up

hostile
Something that's for your soul don't hate the flow
If you don't know it by now what's up my name is Smooth
I'm that gospel rap kat seven years