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shit flies by
I'm trying to see it from your side
If you see it from mine
And I think your love is timeless
You hate it when I remind you though
Did all

spark it whenever
4 on 1 you can call me the shredder
Fuck a diss we pull up to the function
Hating on niggas call me uncle Ruckus
Quick to chatting turn

stood by the booze it’s

Gone ten
Fine, four
I live and I relive that night the week before

So damn drunk in the corner shop
See you looking at the wines

doesn't matter, the cage doesn't fit me
I despise being late, but reality then hit me
Fly above the rest, followed by a chatter
Matter of fact, it doesn't

J4 asked for the verse knowing I'd come through
Ripping mics is something I just do
After I run the game I probably still won't get my just dues

Everyday my cup be dirty like I don't wash the dishes
Sitting at the line all by myself like wasn't no competition
Everyday I'm racing league to league tryna

have a another word vein
Swerving in and out of lanes
Speeding to make it out okay
Saying another morning prayer
Four seater bother by the space
Hoping

Recovery is an ugly thing
It is inconsistent and it is not linear
Something that you will be working on
For the rest of your life
There's ups

you stay by 
Feel me when I'm in the clouds
 call me head high

Saying don't you cry
Saying damn baby please don't cry
Everytime I look inside
I feel

to like smoking with homies
But now I prefer getting high by myself, I don't know
Why I be like this, ay, when did I grow
So fucking violent, I lost control

might just leave em in aw
But give a phucc bout what they thinkin
This is your life huuh
Party til dawn daily, sippin King Cobra crazy
Getting hit by six

with me, I ain't the one
Three, Don't run from no Beef
Four, Don't forget Bout where you from
Five, Take it one day at a time, something good'll come

be in the National Socialist something or other,
trying to sell me a paper and, give me some, uh, Free Mumia
pamphlets.  So you know I'm in a hurry,

The Walk

B.G.

USA (United State of Atlanta) [Clean]

2005

Knowin' something new, cause they never see me move before 
I might be a big n****, but still clor rug 
So come on shawty let go 
To the f***in dance

nobody had you 
Four kids in the house, raised by single moms
Even though we were born rich
Shit got poor
Mommy did the best for us, no lie
Life had to be

the same shoes?
I don't know I don't know what it's like to not be
Filtered out by the people that i keep around me
Inside these four walls that I used

All these niggas acting fake (Acting fake)
Lying straight to my fucking face (To my face)
Acting like something your not like a phase (Like a phase)

use the force
To get you on all fours
Just use my Michael Kors
You'll feel secure like I'm Lafours
Going Geordi LaForge 
I'll engage your body
Get you

wanting something of mine
Relationship frayed, will not intertwine
I made a mistake when I fell for her eyes
I know what they say, love never dies but
It

me of you and it ain't working so I guess i'll dip
Class of 17 was the worst four years of my life
I fucking hated every second, I'm surprised that I

honey, it's a pleasure, oh oh
doesn't have to be forever
I tried to make you feel good, oh boy
like any other lover would

go, u-uh (4x)

the minute

then doesn't everyone, I'm like 4'3
Shoulders back, with that head high,
I could swear baby girl had never cried
Bad lady, proud baby, she seemed like

ride's so alone
Every day I try to find my way back home
While everybody orders in, led by someone stuttering
It's about four-o'clock in the morning

Within this face of anger
My body trembles
By four walls in anguish
I can't feel
Won't let me
Won't break me
Won't move me
Won't let me
Feel