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anything close I’m your best friend 
I’m your companion I'm your neighbor a helping hand
I’m reaching out will let you me in?

Will let you me In, pour us

tools is lethal

Nice to some

But some it’s evil

Get picked up fast 

By my seagulls

You are fast food

Everyone gets a piece

So that it’s equal

You

carved up 
Got the block on ice an the plug won’t hit
Mean the car don’t start up
Lookin real nice getcha caught in the club 
And the city gone park ya

the violence to end
Smash liquor bottles on a side of a bridge
Acting like some washed up high school kids
Styrofoam violet red
Ain't no child proof lids

Dawg In The Whip Getting Tax 
Fuck The K AND ILL DIE BOUT THAT Up The K You Gone Die By MAC 
If A Nigga Ever Say They Gone Take Some From Me On My Mama

night
Yes I'm still frightened by the thought of giving up I feel my fist tighten
That's why I stay fighting I
I'm fearless like Tyson but I'm Ali when it

Cold heart 
He don’t know 
Second hand lips kept me on the low 
Weeks apart 
Where’d you go 
Only call me me up when you need your clothes 


You,

then el campo
Out here moving like commando
Making more noise than a banjo
Ready or not I'm coming
Nigga gone get the game jumping
What's ya hands up for

Started saving up my bread, steadily stacking
Searching online and see where temptation lands me
A sexy ebony wit' legs and pussy hand me
Straight simping,

the Notorious B.I.G.
Diddy, Ma$e, Shyne, all that
Ay pass me my drink my nigga , yeah right there
Let me talk to 'em for a bit
Feel me
Look, if I grew up in

smack cam
Hit one, rico them
No Sanchez
Ha, ha jokes on them
No batman
Eatin' that up
No fatman
(Pause)
Smucker that no p and jelly
Takin' all ya cash

all over the place for the hardware
I was surprised to see them on the south side
but I stopped by ya moms homie she still cries
her baby boy was gone

image
He saw we were good man had that bond
Now bound by the sin blind from seeing beyond

So prideful we put up this wall
Preventing any hurt but we are

gotta step up to this floor and they get sent back to the stands like the crowds already know, yo
Happy living by the coast, woah
Smiling feeling blessed

ah try get by
Steady taking Ls and you can't get why
This a melody for when it feels so bad
When it can't get right and it don't get right
Fucking with

the days we was talking about getting the bread on my bed chillin mf cozy
Now I got off my ass and im toting the Glocks and im shooting with both hands

He wakes up early, on Christmas morn
To celebrate the day our Savior was born
He sees there's gifts and stockings stuffed
Shocked Christmas came, in

that I'm at hand with
Frequent seeing day that more than handling the bandwidth
Played the part of staying guard, ghosted like a phantom
But she still

fucking time is up
Gotta keep going, gotta keep flowin, till the tank run outta fucking gas (woo)
How to keep going, knowing that my song will never be

want static

So wtw nigga?

Aye

Pearl boy V in this shit yea nigga
& i'm pressing you @ ya event
Nigga fuck is you talking about?
By my doley to nigga

never
Back to the grindin'
It's back to the cheddar
What don't kill me gon' make me better
Still ain't got an idol, mother, what?
Right hand on the bible,

ticket home

cint' no shame

cnother lover up and gone

cin't gonna keep her satisfied

No more

 

Ya know the life we live is full of pain

The burden

Lightning in my veins, got me feelings like I'm Lowtiergod
Attaching back his head and he back up on the chopping block
We grabbing all the sheep

more noise than a banjo
Ready or not I'm coming
N**** gone get the game jumping
What's ya hands up for
Imma ball hog
And I ain't passing nothing
Diamond