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by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it
Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement
Been itching, to make you
I just wanna live right
Bye for the night
For the month
Had enough
Gonna splice myself out of you cunts
I don't wanna come up
My fists clenched
Everybody see we up
Now they tryna come around
I got my head in the clouds
I ain't never coming down
You keep on running your mouth
All that talking, I ain't
You call them street names or aliases
But for us it's about refining who you
Are and who you want to be
Most people only have one or two
With only one
from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc
so you hit the street looking for love
Affection and devotion, met none of the above
Met me in the club working your fake id
Looked me in the face like
a mere observation[01:16.87]Searching for the truth but for granted I was taken[01:19.33]I was just a loner missin' a component[01:21.78]A lock without
to slaughter, dodgin' facts bout my early grave
Got no time for six feet deep
You cannot come close to me
I been hidin' way outta way, mind not a state
This do
changed[01:02.16]That statement is true I'm controlling my lane[01:03.98]Just know I still bookoo love you the same[01:06.03]Over the last couple years my heard grew numb
I'll promote you to heaven
I'll do it by 7, don't need mac-11's
Gotta thank Jesus for all of my blessings
Game on our backs, y'all whack niggas keep
Trade your hoodies and your jeans for some slacks, suits and ties
You not a businessman, you a
Nah, I know you know that line
I'm impressed by the messes
my nails black because I'm insecure
I don't believe that I should be here anymore
For 16 years, life's treated like me shit
Looking round at the world
Didn't come for your approval
I don't need it
I'm all about my truths
But you'll never catch me
Screaming 'bout it
Baby I bleed it
I'm the fly motherfucker
see you in the club but your eyes full of pain
Your man a wife-beater, find a new man
And for my little sisters in the misery
Sweet sixteen you ain't
a M-16, and the 9?
Will I have to go out, blazing one at a time?
When you took moms baby carriage, in the early stage
Was he too ill for this world, and you
we eight people deep and you know that I fein for this[02:20.48]If he tries a thing Imma be so touched[02:22.69]Yeah we eight people deep so I go
of nonsense, you're lost in your thoughts[00:14.98]And you've bottled them up for so long[00:16.90]Need a song just to vent[00:18.23]Put some spring in your
as fuck in this bape
Same one you love they'll spit in your face
Come ride with me, we winning this race
I'm high as can be, you can see by my face
Imma do
(chaa)
I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies
I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me (chaa)
Till I'm lazy and achey
to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery,
Yes, yes, Mr. President, you’ve come to the aid
Your position for the Pennsylvania Coal Miners
Is thus far well played.
V17
Roosevelt
Yes, agreed,
comes anxiety... I'm 16 and anxious
Way to much stress for a teen
Thoughts real scary, Halloween
Wish these tough times were a dream
Need to turn back
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
something? Meet me at the Deli
I'm on my way don't play wit the fetty
You Dirty negas... still smoke Reggie
Nasty wit 16's
R Kelly
Speaking of 16's god
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