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niggas
Told em by a Glock and then I robbed him, that's a plot twister
You silly then ah fuck you tryna beef about these thot bitches
Then it's niggas

the fifth Goldman Sacks
Bows and tax tryna turn O's to racks

You old and wack, still tryna blow in rap from the stove
Straight on the road, get it sold for

mountains of shade
He feels no more his skin shred 
Healed by silence 
cnd recovering from divine pestilence

He leads me to the ancient ruins
Fallen stones

the big man to save it for me
Cause I'll be over all the time
Yeah and it'll be a real short drive
To your house in Heaven

I know
I bet there's a basement

ill
Summer time ain't have to brawl when we had the glocks out
Traded dirty for the clean, yea I had to swap out
Me and blank busting traps at night,

Day by Day keep passing me
But I don't feel like I do what I want to do
Days go, over again
Just go, over again

I am a free man
Free to do whatever

stained by the blood sweat and tears
Expelled from an old friend working overtime as is

Middles up to the public know everything on delay
Mental up to it's

time to hit the road
Spanish bitch at the crib making tacos
Niggas worry bout my chips, these are nachos
Niggas cruising down the street dodging potholes

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

We stepping, we grooving
It's time for y'all to get moving
Here we go let's dance to this new step
It's that feel good
That real good
Motivation

bleak
all joints will creak
bones turn to dust
each passing hurts
bound to the earth
a painful birth
 
You and I are bound together, by a bond stretched

I can't go by what I see 
I need faith a little Peace 
I need room so I can breath
cnd be free at times.
cnd It's a whole lot of shade, 
But it ain't

so that nigga get murdered
I don't even talk when it's time to go slide, I'm told in the blink and I walk through the nine
He say be down here while I

you up like the Russian
And give your ass a concussion, empty the clip, play percussion
She givin' thanks for the stuffin', so much better than her man

So I light my stick then you know I gotta dip

Riding round  town I'm the man on it
Used to whip a van contraband on me
Through the  woo with a few

want nobody else but you But you left me, But you left me
I was stranded in the dark, I was always so alone
Half the time when nobody was there and you

stand up in the mirror, say

They're mad at you for living and ask you to forgive them
Gotta shake em, man it's too much salt they got up in em
It's

Now relax and listen what I have to say
This hoes ain't loyal man
Don't get fooled by them again
Do your thing and trust your heart
Nothing is

before I turn old and grey (for real)
Got a big box in my hand in Bond Street
They thought it was a bomb but it's just a 5 (PS5)
If you're really in

and I know you as a bitch and see
I've done more then the old you and the new you fucking mixed
Man you sheep dressed like a wolf, your self deception

Shame won't fuck up the right play
Ways of the old days, I'm quenching my own rage
But Daves of the world are too much
And I cannot change, I'm too busy

look like you know?
Respect
My body covered in dope fashion
I'm chilling sipping an old fashioned
Raw oysters with Tabasco, and no radish
I can ball

focus/ on your/ eyes/
But I'm/ hypnotized/ by
The size/ of your/ chest/
I like/ your/ breasts/
Voluptuous/ hips/
Sexy/ lips/
Trying/ my best/ to control/

straight and did fast lane
I failed big and I touch pain
That's when I knew what a mountain is

Sometimes I'm haunted by the past
Ghost of embarrassment all