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bucks
c black kid
Navigate the eggshells
That was left by the white man
Take off wit our chances
N be mad we don't like them
It's all game
Still left wit

You not hard, you not crazy, you just act retarded
Car out a video game, you gotta push start
Shoot a nigga right in his chest, we take shit to heart

Tell me when the slaughter stops
Niggas dying over coronachs
Everybody crying face drying from them water drops
Anything for they block a damn thing

I can't act like I ain't supposed to be
Here with all my people roses at my feet
Fans in the stand know the man by the scar
The ones that's on my

demons, wanna pound my head up on the fucking cement,
But instead I repent, 
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all

(they not on my level)
Steppin' in Maison Margiela
Been on the grind keep my foot on the pedal
Stacking my money it's up in a duffle
Hopped in the game

It Up
Bar Codes, Twitter Hoes, Knot Rolls, Painted Toes, New Clothes, Hot Flows, Stipper Shows, Rented Royles, Brass Poles, Stories Told, By The Fire

Loved the concrete
It was free
Intrigued by the hustle he would Pursue
Learned the game from his pops He taught him everything he knew
From breaking down

That drips into the soul
Into the lyrics that you hear
To all you schmoes
That chose to watch the clock
I got some bad news
For you kids up on the block

I understand it, is Urkel a nerd
Used to not
Cutting on Family Feud to watch, putting games in computer slots
VHS Ferris Bueller got from the movie

I'm well traveled
Well paid
And well rested

Never disrespected
Never come in second

Dom P for breakfast
Ace by the cases

Counting big faces
Living

Take me back Reub, yeah, ski, yeah, ski, yeah, yeah
Bringing food to yo door, trap game to official
Knocking down heads, it's just me and my niggas

always ever known
No practice, fresh like out the package
Hug the block like I got new traction
So active, all about that action
Spit it and I hit it like

in my city hiding they no we give them street justice
You know I stay true to the game
Talking down on my name use to drive me insane
Drank in the cup

Ever since a kid I been 5'4"
I ain't hear and I ain't never did I ain't have growth
Feelin like a pretty luh thing lil boat
They be just like

duck your taco till we hit his brain

I'm the type to keep it in the streets, I'm married to the game
You the type to put it in a song, trying to gain

The sun won't come out on your asses tomorrow, cuz I'm bad news
And you better fuckin' pick your kids up from school, cuz I'm comin' through like a killer

demons, wanna pound my head up on the f@!#&^ cement,
But instead I repent, 
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all the nonsense,

face, as I'm paving these new lanes
And you know I don't see em, blind eye to the fakes
Bammizzle my name (hey) head shots is my game (hey)
Night vision

Try hold a meds, look thru lens streets left me traumatized
I wrap the benz I had no gap on it man what a loss
Putting jackets on them new foreigns now

a block off in my shoes
His mama called  me with the news and I instantly cried
Imagine how it really rained the day my partner died
Remember being in that

block
Then you just make it home in time
For new news brief at 2ish
Stuck at all this bible study
Shit is not fun
Me and wolf gang go jump nuns for hot

When they walk by me 
I can’t play got a 380 
If a Hawk try me 
In the trap where u usually find me 
My 9-9 to B 
Hit my line B 
I’m doin fine G 
I got

Get's Down Like That

B-Legit

Hemp Museum

1996

through 

Grab your bitch and your kids 

We want 'em too 

Yeah, 'cause playaz come out when it's sunny 

But when night time comes 

Those