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crying
Could never walk up in my shoes only true pain that we writing

Looking at you from the Nawfside
(Nawfside)
(Nawfside) (Oh yea yah yah)
(Nawfside)

Dat Dope Make it scretch like elastic
The way I pop it they say that its classic I get the top from the B*tch then I pass it
Walking on beats I done

going through the same things that he had
True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to last me
To the end of the week, I live by

was lookin like snakes
Now I smoke by myself 
While I'm thumbin thru franks

They see that you got It
And they start to hate 
Keep my foot on the gas 
I

dropping the top over east
Said I'm off the meter, I sip by the liter, you heard bout the talk in the streets
I pop out and eat her, and then I'm gon' beat

blunts man I swear that it's a hobby
You can catch me posted up in the library lobby
Selling vapes, and gas to these kids
And I keep a knife if a pussy try

bitches And draulics knowledge hang Around those that got it pop it Collars And pussy and pockets

Summertime is our grind and All the dimes they look so

a glove
got a hug from a friend all you needed was some healing
but when we touched we got that very special feeling
you caught me from the back and i had

so you can relax!
Giving my momma a milli, one of my first goals
When I Zelle her that milli, Zelle a few to my bros
Can't get rich all by myself, this

Cocaine, Kurt Cobain, think I'm about to fucking die,
All my problems I've been going through, I'm tryna solve the pain,
Eddie told me that we get a little

the chain?
Ayy, so I just pop another 30
Charge it to the game
Ayy, it was some cold nights by
Myself out in the rain
Ayy, I lost some friends to this shit
Now

we fight she wants a piece of me
She throws a left, I duck it
I feel pain up in my stomach
Poison me, yea this bitch done it
Hail Mary bae I been

bragging about that
I have nothing to prove
I'm surrounded by inferior pieces of shit
I'm just not feeling the same (Nah)
Know that I'm stuck in my ways

on the plot
Brought in from the pussy took out by the twat
Back to the trap, cuz we trap on rim road
My niggas could get you whatever you want
Every nigga wit

Preparing the Krabby Patty!

Hit 'em with the bars like that bitch Mrs. Puff
Get trapped like a lobster for thinking you tough
You chat like

will get bit by the dog 
They cannot see through the fog 
When ya going yeah 
You don’t need to find me
Nawze8 yeah ima keep it grimy 
Bout the music

the angered pain
No damn scribbles, just dead bodies, and their busted veins
I didn't wanna just fight cause I'd cave in a couple skulls
Even if I'm just living

froze our uh
I don’t like to think of pain but hear my words and all I say 
All I speak
All I type in notes 
Grab listener by the throat 
They use me

in the slum put your hands up (brap)
See, never used to come that easy,
Now it's just flying my way,
I don't know how I did it but I will carry on til

That New age - When I flow on this type of instrumental
Like i'm fighting with a pencil for this huge bass
That i go off in flight you're going

call me her favourite, and you just a simp
Talk to me wrong and the pistol gon' pop
I got these racks coming in
That boy he call me his enemy
Funniest

set up like a rat race
Tell a jazz nigga, to stay in his place
Till the track pop off and now they in my face
If that is the case, you is a mystery
With

New Fashion

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

ready to cock choppers back and let 'em go bang

Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang
Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up

I'm pressure tell yo nigga tone it dine
And it ain't no bargain we ain't arguing you gone die
Too many too times I let a Pussy nigga slide
Rather be one