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Yo, they always trying to judge
You know, instead of looking At themselves
Trying to figure out their problems
You always trying to find Flaws in

done suffered so much I’m getting numb to it all  
I got memories repressed, forget it, I don’t recall  
I got family that’s locked up who just wanted

a minute later

Won't go out sad for my bag Imma ride on a hater

cnd by bag, umm yea I'm talkin' cash

But that ain't it

The family, the friends, feelins'

delusional
In the town they start engines and pop trunks on a motor mouths
Then ride by to ask the body the fuck you was chatting bout
Claim he the realest

lemonade yea I still been in the mix 
People switchin up the vibes in here like we ain't never did
Seeing days up on the calendar fly by like it's the wind

got a problem with no Taylor can you help me fit in
300$ dollars for a pair just take a selfie in 'em
Few thousand followers to share in our unhealthy

Thought I had a problem then remembered how you were raised
You had some fucked up parents that's apparent with how you treat me babe
I loved you so much

leads to fallacies
Terrorist living fantasies blinded by the reality
Causing war brings calamities, families feel the agony
Praying for peace

the church, and start a family 
Gotta get a job, work up the ladder, bring in the money 
Check off the boxes one by one, then I can be happy

I keep shoulding

know I got problems
But tell me, can you help me solve em
Cause lately I feel like I'm back on the bottom
I'm back on the drugs, what do I do without em'

to change, the only problem that I see is you
Young MC, no hammer time, I'ma have to bust a move and get away from the hate
Gettin' bread, shawty, keep

Fuck
Missed my parlay by one again
From ritzs to the ritzs
We upping up our gear
Think it's time to make a shift
Working nine-five thinking damn I

leave my family if I fought with them
I wouldn't throw my shoes if I got dirt on them

I don't wanna go back there but you know
Yeah I'm afraid to tell

something for
And you don't really do it
Fuck you wanna stand next to a nigga like me that really do it and you don't do it
Get the fuck from by me mane
Feel

Chopped up bodies
Not feeling sorry
No remorse for this fucking family story
Locked up worries
Fucked up hobbies
Burnt down all these bridges in

Bathroom fucking on twins

Yeah

Made the bitch park my Benz 

Aye

Baby I’m too fucked up you can probably tell by the look on my face yeah 

Yeah

I

album on Adderall, fuck it though
Nowadays I need a dose of reality
Couple grams of life and a few lines of family
My mom told me this is like some

or spread Love, We invite or we reject, With words we inspire the next generation
Or we pass down trauma like a family heirloom, with words we call forth

Cause my substance wasn't matching my mind
The years keep passing me by
We got problems but we hashing them out
I'm back Mama see me crashing it now
I see

kinda struggling just by myself
I'm just thinking
I been thinking too much, way too much
I'm just thinking
I been thinking too much, way too much
But,

I miss you, Angel

Stick by my side and fight with
Me until the whole entire world ends
You don't have to go that far for me
 my friend
Passageways

live on stolen land 
See KRS was kickin shit that we didn’t understand 
The country is a prison ran by the white man
The same one that brought us here

instructions
they most know what they're doing.
We ask, sociologically, why are there so
many messed up families, what's the problem?
Well in most of those

At Your Convenience

Big Syke

Big Syke Daddy

2001

care ah some business
What, what the fuck is your problem?
I'm tired ah this shit, I can't believe this shit

I was so in love with you
Did