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with his bike
And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
weed
Hit tha dispo for tha pounds
Only showin love for B4by
Thats why nobody be round
Fufafuwa, you cant hurt me
I'm bleeding with my hounds
Bitch who
Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)
Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,
danced in paris
I swam in oceans, felt the scales
Put my cd in starbucks, it did not sell
Get the cd out my car, turned it into myself
These piano keys
and I'm doin' it all by myself
Pop a bar and that's it
Foreign cars, foreign bitch
Four in the cup, 24 on my rims
44 minutes in
Formin' these thoughts with
All my life I've been broke
All my life I've been broke
And I hated all these rich kids
Coz ne ba phela ba nale nyuku
maar ba sa itse ba direng ka
some dogs, we just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take
to the new
I never realized how confined and abused by my own mind i was now i finally removed
Myself from the self hate
And the self doubt, hopin that i
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all
they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ Nigga in
Song Name: Stories
Chorus
Haunted by the words that you said
I prefer it when my phone is dead
Your stories can’t tempt me
As long as these bottles
Niggas is overly gangster
Protectin' an image they don't even own, these niggas do not know the answer
It's Us
Solid to the bone, Concrete structure,
And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
Hit domes like pickles, it's not to sit
252 lil nigga, ima country boy
Dripping day by day, Ima stunna boy
Eating cabbage rice and some neck Bone boy
Need my money green, I need blues Boy
Stop
What you call hard got the people leaving
Man the shit I call hard got these bitches screaming out Bone C
Don't stop keep the music going
I'm flowing I'm
close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Hey hey man, whats up
a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got
All these Chinese cigarettes in my back pocket
Burning one by one till they're all dust
I once had your flame it was all lust
It was no fuss It was
but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
'cause I'm swervin in
South L.A.
I'm from the slums of life, didn't have a pot to put it
That's why I love this mic and how I got so good at
Bussin' all these flows
To bring forth and understand then know why these two niggas came
Get yo body stained my shottys plain far from complex
Been trained by the realer
The tomb has been raided my life is invaded
By the power of truth
Even when four days late you're right on time
You're still working on my miracle when I
and raised in Texas
In fact, I have lived here all but four years of my life
I know these things
I know these things
I know these things
Niggas is overly gangster
Protectin' an image they don't even own, these niggas do not know the answer
Us
Solid to the bone, Concrete structure, they
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