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I remember chillin back at your place when home wasn’t home
And yeah I made it that way
Laying outside staring at your face
Said I still felt alone

to lay it down
Truth to be told these niggas be fanned out
Nigga play with my brother we leave me assed out On God
Hope you use your mind by trying tweak

Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com

Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro:  yeah

Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com

Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro:  yeah

we got that fire
It does some damage
Laying there lickity-split
Don't buy her nothing, she getting a fit
Fuck it, we ball
Bought all Rick out the mall

been dead inside
Since the age of nine
Lay a line imma take it
Grab a bottle imma face it
Laying dead in the street
Where the devil and angel meet
Take

laying in karma, felt it
Silence, reckless, the diamonds that don't address but deflect it
Cleaning cash correctin' the sources of the investments
Porsche

they ignore
Take a drink, take a puff, take a pill
Hit the floor
Getting High to get by
Reality can't be sure
When you always try to leave it behind
When

everyday
Homes I spit my line making hits with TK
Its We The Stones and Marry Jane
Its the remedy I blaze
On a mission making money and we grinding for

shooter ima rock out by myself
I did my best these just the cards that I was dealt
Tried to make it right you tried to play me to the left
The world cold so

amount of place
Holding it I can see
And thus claim to be
A reminder of the sense of dread
And the recently deceased
Shall rest eternally
Just barely
Over

Nine heathens on my side, and they ain't on my shoulder, I just sic' em by the line
I never be the one to take a loss
I learn my lesson, that's why

like GTA Trevor
Ask me why I rap like this cause I treat it like a treasure
Rhymes written by ItsSig and yes it's been a pleasure
So sophisticated

dropped bombs 
It could be I'm a pimp, cause I walk with a limp
Yea, I dip all alone by my fucking solo
Getting what I want and what I need nigga hoe
I'm

Laying in the shower
Paying by the hour
Wallflower in a rusty golden tower
Youth shrinking as the whiskey goes sour
Truth stinking like a tire in

crew
It was Panama Red and HVF
Next Laying Low Records and yes Squad X

Everybody wanna know where's the after party, where's the after party at? My

you never fucking knew me
I can feel it come up all this darkness and corruption
As I'm laying on my stomach
I feel like I'm fucking drowning and my

favorite album
It's called "You're Gonna Miss It All"
And the lines now resonate with me
Like the end of Pothole
Though I was later heartbroken when I found

God knows it's been so long
Since I could say I'm feeling strong
Look, I'm an activist for my own actions
Do what the hell y'all want
We are not

Something I can't do
This murder ain't a mystery
You won't have a clue
All you gon have is these tracks
Made by the abstract
And yo girl in some ash
Bitch I

fuckers try
and raise their voice, risk their fucking life""

funny you should know
it was always on the line
funny you should know
it was always

her sight 
The next time you're in her room
And lock it into the most solid safe y
You can find in your brain
One tested by time
That can even withstand

sea
Across the red line
You can be a free bird

Hey, get out of my head
Hey, get out of my head

Paranoias in my mind
Step by step, side by side
I'm

today might be my last
Tryna plan on the future but im haunted by my past 

Momma always told me keep some hunnits in the stash
New op pack yea we smoking