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Remember when they didn't fuck with him
Now they see him pulling up in the Cullinan
About his money and got more of it coming in
Big 40 on his hip ain't no

Why when my friends died I had to tell all they moms that they sons in a coffin
Don't cry, just look to the sky
I'm a ride for mines & that's word

and shrouded 
far more complex than unguided 
an everyday tragedy 
cos we made a broken society 
where girls cry naturally but men can't bare to speak
begs

Nigga, this a burglary, off the perc feel like Hercules
Pop your son in nursery, he got stung by some worker bees
Bitch, huh, let's have a cookout
You

Jane bitch I was only just 13
And When I pulled up she was rolled up the finest thing i've ever seen
But When I hit it I had no idea of all the shit

vegetables I never ate as a kid but now it's a plate that I'd kill to go to bed having tasted
Glad to say I'm no more getting wasted just to be away from

you feel

Shawty, you're my wife, please stay by my side
Riding on my wongs, I'm swallowing my pride
Give me one more chance, I bet you won't regret

bad she was worth the rib
She could keep it
ain't got no style
She don't wear no fit
And I don't mind it
Our souls match yah we see the same
Our skin is

and without return

Sacrifice is just a polite for you belong to
As blue turned black, As black turned red
Desolation mindless locked forever more
Southstrip no

you the facts, and you still friends with them
It's crazy
Thought you had my back, I'm your son
Had to buy back the time to prove I'm one of one
Not

can't pass a piss test I been sippin drank
Damn bitch is you crazy why
You keep callin me
She ain't on one she can’t get all of me
Don't come with no pape

hard, aint working hard, no more. They promote you to a customer when you say no
So put a penny in your pocket, find out what your stock is
Run it up

homicide
Task force at my door, and now I'm up in court
Appointed attorney burnt me, defense was no support
My child raised in the streets, another son

Jackson
Lord, forgive me, had enough of this cappin
Enough of this rap shit
Need to go to a place with no name
Like that song written by the son of Joseph

Ace means number one, not two, and I will always be there for you

Life ain't easy, don't complain for no reason
Try to find your meaning in every

yeah, we doin' some more
Yeah, we gon' let it go, yeah, we might let it blow
Let it blow on a team like no OT
Little boy, you don't wanna fuck with me

revolution
Their sons and their daughters, we leave no exclusion
Execution priceless
Blood for blood for retribution, crisis, violent, ISIS
Leave them

past ain't cleaner
They probably better just on cleaning it up
I look around
There's no team like us
Did it off of music, they can't say we bluffing

Aint no love where I'm from
Everybody round here ride with a gun
We talk wise but they say we look young
Aint no time for no fun
The road i'm on its

wanna attain me a plaque as I'm making a track in this game of the rap that be cut throat
No more cups poured I put away the liquor so I ain't staying

position more important then your feelings 
You deserve a better human being by your side 
Tell you I'm invested but my actions telling lies 
Say a lot

grab you by the balls n they tell yo bitch ass cough, 
Motherfuckers selling souls, just to get a lil buz, 
Hah, nah
That ain't me son, 
Tiger T, why go

Clout chasing to get known shorty im grown
No more stair cases & sipping 40's i've grown
Home with a beat front view like Charlie Harpers
If you only knew

a life stop frontin

How you talking bout a son with no keys no lunch, need to focus on the bigger things coming  

And now I feel hopeless 

Baby you were