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life with no indoor
To ignore pain I endure
You're now being hypnotized
By Phyll Mic Tom
With a real nice rhyme
95 Till I die
Swear to God
They ain't got

strong

Indeed 
Proceed 
Let's go 
I made this beat
Fuego 
I kill this flow 
Rambo 
I like my girl a lil bit
Loco 

She crazy driving my lambo
She crazy

fail, we adjust ours (Switch it up)
Stick with the trigger like glue guns
Had to swap the oldie with the new one
Got a ride or die and she a true one

out of her britches
She's always confused by the news, she's emotional, crazy, a misfit
She's delusional, dazed, a nitwit, I'm too used to get paid

Time flies as I get high where the Gods lies
As I try and navigate through these mortal guidelines
Being despised asking for signs while Im living

throw it back got a nigga out his mind
Imma be that nigga till I mother fucking die
To the end of fucking time
(Woah)
You wanna pipe up at me I guarantee

It aint hard to figure out
She's the one, she's the one that I need
She the type to hold my gun
Don't get high but roll my blunts good times 
While

the nice guy
I'm not one to pick fights
Shoot a motherfucker in a drive by
Now a nigga repping Westlake Drive
I'ma be rich before I die
Y'all ever seen this

to ride 
Milking you like a cow 
You the cash cow 

We was off the porch 
They was inside 
Smoking all the dope 
Just getting high 
Time passing by 
It's

quiet forrest by myself
Sounds trees die loud as Thundercrack
Is it that i see
Make me believe what
Nightmares are dreams
Fairytales lies make believe

HotGirl Summer

You say yo love is genuine some how  it feel a lil funny
I might trip but ain't gone fall cause ion the rest of them dummy's
Spending time

Ain't No Love

G-Money

Compilation Kingz

2002

surrounded by despisers that's intoxicated
Cause all of us are gang related,
Later years fully gettin' there
What do we have here?
One day every family

Ain't No Love

Big Syke

Cream

1998

surrounded by despisers that's intoxicated
Cause all of us are gang related,
Later years fully gettin' there
What do we have here?
One day every family

and the sign of the cross
The Christian Dior, the designer, the Porsche
You step in, I'm bored, I can't die by the sauce
Inject it, zim-zimma
One bike, no

So Serious

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mr. Lunasicc

1997

Niggaz scream til I die, I'm no lie 

Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol, 
chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready 
Like Jason

And I was walkin through the valley of wrong
So I drink, and get high, cussin at the clear blue sky, 
Til I finally found her, tall drink o'water, standin

nice!

Should've fucked with me before i had to solo grind
Now im working by my lone
Getting high through the night!

Katana blade in hand
I am left

Just wanna hold you tight 
Keep you by my side 
Lay with you at night
You're blazing hot baby 
400 fahrenheit 
And when I'm feeling dark 
You always

A nigga really hurt 
Lil bitch left my heart in the dirt 
So blinded I can’t see my worth 
Rolled up with god
To spit this fucking verse 
 
I could be

mo
Mehn i come from the mud
I was washed by a storm
I'm not born again but i've been reborn
I could die many times but i'll still respawn
Bad ting

the window tryna sleep a opp
I told lil bro be bool we on the scene creepin' the block
When Q get high, look in his eyes, he be schemin' a plot
Mula and Murda

shirt
OG style, baby doo-doo braids
I'm plottin on these sissy suckas
They run they grip constantly
My road dawg Lil John strapped with "M"
For one, we

and I'm rolling, I'm rolling
He got hit in his head cause he outside scrolling
Boy I'm high off the drugs, only way I be coping I hurt the bitch she thought

Everyday I smoke that gas hop in the whip and dash
Smoking on a blunt I be getting so high
Don't know what be going on I can't even lie
Pull my Glock 9
Then