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don't got time for the kid
I really just stay out the mix

I'm really just trying to get rich
They say keep rapping, I got it
Fuck it take off like

you my boo
Let's make love
Let's make kids
'Fore it gone in the wind
But I'll just be running it back
Had to get to the bag and the cash
When you get

the other side
Termites,
They all around in my section
I, Feel like Smith, I need Wesson
Who am I
Let me give you this lesson
I'll split the pot with all my

couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, my stomach rumbling
I like when we could talk it out, the thought of it is comforting
I ain't had nothing, only kid and I was

get a woman who gon really show me what it is mane
But tha bitches these days they just ain't shit
It's like they was raised by a generation of kids

Like a hula hoop
She knew the scoop
I alley oop
Couldn't take her back
All them dinners she pay for that
I hit quick don't wait on that
My last girl

Danny the minute I
Drive by, in the ride like BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Homicide I hit your homies side then the driver die
To SOON SOON SOON

Fuck em is

kick rocks, with your bare toes Hangin' bare hoes, hangin' with the bare hoes

Kids walk by, now the neighbors know Now the mayor know, now they tell

right
Motherfucker call , Sean Paul, please give me the light I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna take flight
You tryna get by, I'm tryna live life I'm married

of the pies 
Like bring another 10 
I need em by the weekend had a hell of a line 
Hand on your heart 
Would you let the ting clart 
Where your Enemy lies 
If

a song wit me, you gon have to match my price
Nobody was there for me, I had to take my own advice
Erryone on sum weird shit, so I stopped actin' nice

The same girls you staring at
When they walk by
Is the same ones I'm ducking
I'm married
I ain't going back to my old life
I'm fighting for Christ
The old me

Someone saw me through the notebook leaves
I was carving my name on our family tree
Only the gifts that God gives are free
And someday I'll believe

that he wears a skirt
Look at that bitch
He got a small stick
Get yourself a shovel and start to dig
Oh my god look at that fig
It's getting eaten by

you can't see
How hard it is to be a man in this society
cnd as we go thru these changing times
Dear mama i ask that you say a prayer for your kids /

I do

We Bobby and Whitney, I'm tellin' the truth
Raisin' the shit up, just like ceiling fans
Always by myself, never had friends
Good kid, mad city,

a rocket
Bitch you know I ain't just talking
Take me home
No more jokes around me
I don't want them to surround me
Gotta stay by myself before they clown me

Jimmy made the beat so you know I gotta murder it
They act all tough but in person they be murmurin
Then they start mumblin', take the gun out they

What's up world, it's your man Shanod Johnson, HNIC aka Baby Joe Clark
Check this out, we finna take over the charts man, let's do it real big
I love

nobody else, baby just you
But when I chill with you, vibe with you, take a lil ride with you
You always killing the mood, wait, what's up with your vibes

tied 
I know that's a big lie 
She just wanna changed life 
She say she a wife type 
Honest bout her past times 
Know she got a kid by 
A nigga with

me I’ll do anything you say
 I’ll throw papers, give directions, I’ll tear tickets to the show
I’ll ring up groceries, make inspections, I’ll watch

black queen
Caramel shade.
Got the body of a goddess
Perfect weight.
Thirty-six, five-six
Six kids.
If you ain't from the hood
Get a glimpse of it.

*She

and expose
The pussy type motherfucker takes my money and ghost
And tries to justify by writing names in a post

I ain't mad about a dollar, man I'm mad about