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You're already at war
You're already at war
You're already at war
You're already at war
I supply I divide
Rearrange then rewind
Tell me straight Ill be
I'm feeling happy, but these niggas tryna fuck it up
I'm getting money, tell them pussy niggas shut it up
I'm in my act, I'm in the club, I got
I bought me a bible by the bible store
I heard them scream my name as I was walking out the door
you haven't paid two dollars and twenty seven cents
this bitch ima switch the crowd
We down the crib by the block we gon spin around
Aye, watch that SUV over there out the truck selling pounds
Waiting for
your a loser
I don't want the bitch nigga tell me how I could lose her
Fuck the bitch keep rubbing her tummy I gotta doze her
Heard yo shit on Instagram
won't see me rest in peace
Z he a demon, he just gleece and told me check the piece
Soldier livin' tru forever, paper chasin', get the breesh
I don't
through the door
Don't want a little taste
Ya gotta give me some more, c'mon
Livin life like a son of a gun
5,4,3,2,1
How do you want it?
How do ya need
Pardon me ma but im feeling your vibe (yup)
I got some tree if you smoke weed we could roll up inside (smoke)
Was kind of nervous and i could tell by
Jumpin out of Hondas now Jumpin out of benzes
Too much suspicion too much suspension
I ain’t got nothin to prove
Baby always tell me baby do what
Let me tell you a story
happened to me
that changed my life
and will chill the blood in your veins
Lonely I was roaming
unaware of what could
you wacked, uh, by ya man
Type of money make me know why mama nem say don't trust your friend
'Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gon' cross
tell me it's all in my head why can't I get a witness
Fuck it I was never meant to be and now my own hater
Up the elevator
On the rooftop seconds later
We just got money on the dank
And when we got fresh rims we on top
On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock?
Gun on cock but we seen it in
By the gestures they made and the words that they mumbled
Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready
It takes practice, training to keep a nail gun
confront a cew
That night I got two, went to sleep, woke up wit guns drew
No time for cryin cowards
Too late for fire power
Karma convinced me to leave him
off her
There's a bunch how bout "homade"
I was hungry the so the hoe made me lunch
Yeah pretty soon
There will be books on how to speak it
want to come to me now
I'm by myself, ridin' solo with that yok in my lap
In this town you got niggas that jack for shit and get snapped
You can tell
while in my no man's land
I don't ride for no one
No one rides for free
Just like smokestack lightnin'
You can't catch me
Move by night
I'll
get to me
I'm still the mothafuckin same
original, individual
That's bringin criminal tattics
MCs they all best run
When I be the one with the gun
Now
too
We was crew
You was with me when I first pulled the trigger
You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed
So we pulled off..ya remember?
I hid by your
to someone
So I found me a church and I prayed for a sign
To tell me what had to be done
And I swear as I gazed at the statute of Jesus
The cross turned into
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
would tell me enjoy every single day
And support your family 'cause blood comes first for real
Nevermind about trying to sign a deal
Just do what you
He was a cook at a dead-end job, 26-years-old
She moved back to Atlanta, fucked over by her father she had got disowned
He was a ? for the rap, but
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