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the ville
Some say that talent pays the bills, well in my life it’s copper field
I had a void and made a deal, see Football came and now its filled
Got on my

up
If my family ever lacking
Then the mission incomplete
Know its power in my words
So I'm cautious when I speak
Rather lay down with lions
Fore you

wordplay cause they demand it (yeah)
Been thru it all but I'm praising God 
Because I'm still standing still standing
I keep the notepad handy 
In case it

to place, by the grace of God keep my homies safe keep my family safe. Stay in your lane tho doing in my thang whoa insane flow ain't bagging the same hoes.

wordplay cause they demand it (yeah)
Been thru it all but I'm praising God 
Because I'm still standing still standing
I keep the notepad handy 
In case it

at then that's fine
But my aspirations endless with such limited time
So I prayed a little harder, God give me a sign
Fuck billboard, bills paid

exists
Thought poor was rich but I learned I wasn't born with shit at all
Not a penny and no father
Wanted to pray to god for my pops
But I got my self so

didn’t exist
Im Corleone finding  Fredo as the traitor
I mean we family, gotta live and die by this shit
I don’t ever get the credit that I truly deserve,

Cuz I be in another state of mind when dem bills due
And Money ain't shit
But for it somebody will kill you
And by the cards dey deal you
Somebody will

The notches was rising, harmonizing
Yeah my flow was pulverizing, smashing them beats down I glides in
About to be a new man with a new plan
Getting my shit

Never know what’s facin us

Change it
Manifest in only greatness
Positive vibes is the only thing I’m makin
Pray to god I make it with my mistakes but I

the catch is I'm the catch these bitches getting attached 
Put that dope inside my system she wanna lick all on my tats 
Like I'm DJ X-Rated I know how

Getting di thoughts in my head I'm scared I'll grow up maybe I'll never be shit
Mama been counting on me, my dad ain't providing she hoping I'll get

me for being me but only God forgives
(What you saying)
I'm from a city where the angels die
Hurricane season is usually when the angels cry
No one

a varmint, stomachs churming, fit with high
What's the point of getting fried, guess I'm asking Bill high
He the guy in the know, got the ropes of family tight

Yo yeah
Yo yeah
Yo yeah
Let's get it let's get It
Back against the wall I go crazy
Life move fast it's getting hazy
People like pay me
Nigga where

to Motown jams most of your music is backwards
Are you all in cus stackin chips is such a nasty habit
I Live by my word but most Niggas is into actin
I can't

Hit the beat it snaps i'm not Jack
You can't put me in a box
I'm In 'N Out real quick like a routine stop
Unless you black getting frist by the cops
I

round the city
Just me by my lonely
I told you bout my family
I told you bout my homies
I know you from head to toe
You know me from toe to head
I think

in
Say we nor go from and we nor come back 
What a life that we living in uhmmm


But what a life 
Dat we leaving in 
Getting better or worse
We don't

I've been working real steady for 23 years, I make a nice living, But still have my fears
Some days it feels like I'm just getting by, I can't get

I've been working real steady for 23 years, I make a nice living, but still have my  fears
Some days it feels like I'm just getting by, I can't get

fighting shadows, baby, ah

So hungry, I'm cuttin' this lunch line
Pretzel twist
Rappers getting salty so it's crunch time
Staying right before my family

affords the bills
Can't afford to rest
And poor soul getting shot by the feds cause he stole a bag of milk
And the cops were like, let's just go for