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records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
the best
(maybe for the best)
And you ruined the scars in my eyes
And I will make you pay for everything.
You changed "The stick" for "The thing"
In
derelict juvenile (oh)
The futures got Travie engraved on a name plate that I copped on Fulton
While the passers poppin' pills somewhere on the other side
facts
Who's wild sayin things like some juvenile
Remember 2 million black folks in the penile
Got a world of whitefolks
Thinkin its style
Think I
the life and she can't get a grip
Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip
I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick
Hundred thousand
I'm walking like a million,
With my hat on the side of my head.
What's this thing that I've found
Through the days that I've clowned?
Is it you
wonder What that did to me girl
I'm pessimistic in my views so I sing
I think when we look back we gon just be amused by this thing
Cause I was only
a million miles an hour
A million miles an hour
When shadows all start breaking free
No longer held by gravity
How did we get so far from the ground?
Yea big dawg
I heard somebody said i was a bum mayne yea unh
Watch how i build up these millions
Watch how i build it up I'm on my bum shit
Watch how
to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss
Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,
talkin bout the things I do to you
Leaving you on read to see what you gon do
Hard for you to leave you know what you gon lose
And if I ain't with you, you
I have a million opps an I'm still outside
N***** get a new opp an go hide
Been through a million chicks an I jus got tied
Man I finally found me
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
name is and I'm here to say
Fuck any rapper alive who starts their rap that way
Including me, indubitably
I poo and pee, so juvenile
On the ones and twos
a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
All hand me downs, never knew clothing lines
Kids targeting me, 0 ppl by my side
I was 10 years contemplating
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
know that I'm serious about this shit
I'mma run 'em down, nigga
I've done been used, abused, and accused of things that ain't true
And been told some
about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies?
Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget 'bout Turk
I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty
her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I'm bailin'
Out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is
Some skins and a 4-0
enough to pops
Ain't no fear no more
Ain't no shame no more
How did we here juveniles feeding drugs
Cos, no leader to follow
My eyes dun red like I get
you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
[Juvenile]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its
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