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go for the win
If I walk in the spot
Then you know it's the guys with me
So I told her to slide with her friends
Like Tisha and Tanya and they both

Eternally grateful for the eternal
This pen strike like matchbox sticks
Produce that fire that burns you
Thick glasses like Urkel
Can't fuck with my

Hardships of the city,
Talk about it!

Late night posted in the hood, it's all good
Jenny had a taste for crack, she rode wood
12 road the block

moving right so I guess I'm getting left on em
Like, who going harder than me?
I'm looking but lately its quiet
Been harder to see
All by myself
Fuck it

I was raised on cabbage and beans
My back acquainted to the wrath of the cane
I escaped by passionate means
From the tainted path of a drifter's

AND THEN WE STICK OUR GOOD QUALITY KILL MACHINES UP THEIR THROATS
TERROR IS THE WAR OF THE WEAK AND WAR IS THE TERROR OF THE STRONG
SO SICK OF THE FIGHTING

to go
Pack in my grasp now im ready to smoke
How you gone say dat we in dis together, but soon as im low you be good as a ghost
How you gone act like you

Im that nigga when i pull up they gone check me out
So lowkey so independent i dont need no clout came from the bottom
But you know i let the top

ain't JD, or Steve
Getting blue on these bitches, they need them a clue, ooh
Don't me mistaken, I could stick around
But I ain't complacent, my mind

coping by smoking on cannabis

I want green and some sticks like asparagus

Hold on hold on hold on

Fuck the Ds they need SWAT it's that serious

She

I stood by my dogs, never switched up on my bros
And I always put the money before the hoes
But there's things that I've done that nobody knows
I've

I be at the hotel
Message from my old girl
She wont let me go, shit
But now I got my own
Listen what I told ya
Boy, stick to the code
You can't let

Hello
Hey
What's good
Why you send me those pictures

What do you mean why I sent you those pictures
Why you send them
I was just teasing you
Hmmm

workin' that stick
And that guy, nah, they ain't steppin' on risk
These young niggas too big
I'm good, I have it, go with my man
I got a ride down

Angels and demons, who to fight?
I dont know im tweakin'
Fuck was he thinking?
He played our money, so we had to beat him
Choppa been speaking , I

Coming home to what's his name?
I don't remember details
But I know that he gon' get it rocking like a seashell
Uh, just stick by his side, be his

a leech (leech)
Momma said, never fall by the street (nah)
Stick out for each other, carry that heat (fire)
We didn't work out, It is what it is (yeah)

sampled

Dismantled MCs get trampled by my grip of the MIC
I'm the MC here, loud and clear
Smear this lyrical taste, buzz in the atmosphere
So y'all can

so misleading 
Words stick even if you ain't mean it
Is it really closure that we're needing
How could leave me in a world so freezing
Your deceiving

She don't wanna fuck you after me 

Her legs is full 
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Please be green

My rage is bull 

Sum cool by his crown 

Like a teaching tool 

I dont call

behind the camo
Tell a goof a secret I bet they use it as ammo
You ain't got a quarter to chief I guess you can't blow
You ain't got a stick to contribute

What's good my brother, you see where I'm at
That's my engineer, Tombs, right there
He's been recording us since the beginning
Know what I'm saying

of other tools
Our forgiving nature has made folks get comfortable taking us out, kindness taken for granted, our strength left in doubt

And what's so good

of genitals reeks of insanity
cnd so does your vanity, thinking your a messiah
Meanwhile your third decade goes flashin' by ya
Worse yet a pariah, no light left