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Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy
Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty
And I'ma say that we can

and then back
Where you can see everything
From legislation to crack
And the education for blacks is
Get it by any means
Where niggas in the hood ain't

swerving thru these lanes
Never confirm any deals on the phone
The feds might hear what you say
I do not trust that nigga
Pat him down
Check him for a wire
I

the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school

the projects
I invested in your body 'cause you wasn't moving toxic
And this is coming from the heart don't judge me
Yeah, don't judge me (ooh, ooh, ooh)

think of the right Segway
But we’re still gonna make some headway
With that step back classic
Like I’m the second Hardaway
Clutch mode in the crib, when

to the prison
Give us guns and sit back and watch a spike in the killing
Restrict our access and then built us projects for living
Gave us drugs and now they

There's only one thing I can think of
In which you are faster
I do what you do but better
Call me Task Master
I got this shit on lock
Its time

Yeah, yeah
As i look into this mirror i hate My reflection
Because in the past year i’ve been going in the wrong direction
I’m surrounded by

you not on
And I'm to busy
Josing niggas cause
They not home

Deno back on rice street
And deno he got life b
I got some lawyer fees
I give a fuck 
Who

vest
Till I see skin
Like rip jeans
We can't kill you we kill kins
King coming back for his throne n!gga
King Kong in this bitch like a fetus n!gga
Kick

we about to use this time as a chance for me to give a couple shout-outs
Just for for people in my life, that had an impact on me and this project

Control
Give in
You get it
Just do it
No questions
Back of the line again
It's just a form
Of thought
Control
The media
Is in it
The pilot
Of this show

show love and still wipe from existence
No back door vibes but i ain gone tell you how it isn't
I jus passed Roosevelt and i keep hearing whispers
AR w

a dentist by the way I spit it
Fame is in my own reach I can almost taste it
I've been eager for this work
I know that y'all be waiting
I put my soul into

like a wooden toy soldier's,
Leaping out my bodyI'm flying by on a poster,
More flashes of brilliance than Jordan's rookie year choker 
while they break

a nigga to stone
Erotic abuser we turn pain into poems
Hit my nigga Peace kraft we speak math
We heard your project and we sat back and we laughed
Used

the loc Lace, posted by the projects
Catcalling bad bitches, tryna get some wild sex
We flex bitch niggas like we flex blunts
The Back of the Woods where

busting
Yea
We all in transit
Yea
These secrets that they transmit
We gotta cut em off
So I got the scissors
Good luck getting back man.....


How many

rocket, God speed
I’ll rock by myself, don’t need a team
This a one man sport, I’m trying to beat me
I’m trying to beat me, I’m trying to beat me
But if my

will fall into the incomplete
Carry me
Carry me across the ocean of defeat
But the truth was this wasn't the first time
I've been stabbed in the back by

threw a project together in the span of three weeks
A way of venting out my feelings that I don't wish to repeat
I wrote over some Bill and Rav beats,

Webster is where I found my soul
Got robbed and I came back, found my gold
Any disrespect is gon be met wit defiance
And I'll pull up by myself, I don't

Yeah
Aha what's up
You are now rocking wit
Joee Vee and Big Mike doing big things
Hey
And sponsored by the Exquisite barber lounge
Let's get down