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scuffing my kicks on the block
Loaded up, in the rain, in the mud
What you mean by the games? Tell a hoe that she done
I need way more than one's, I'm

Victory in Jesus, shining bright
Raise your hands, to the heavens
Feel the spirit, let it flow
By His blood, we're united
No more chains, we're set free

with you Lord, don't wanna do this no more
But I'm back again, lost hope again
What will it take for me to believe
Whom the son sets free, it's free

heaven or hell
If you can see it or not
If you believe it or not
Cuz we forget once our breath is gone that it's no longer up to us
Greed pride lust

even when they riding by
Windows up, tinted, never see us like private eyes
Veronica Mars, Bars sweet like some apple pies
Never need to set high beams,

Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my

Dont get caught in the crossfire
Aim to kill
Dis the king
Royal rumbles went haywire
Dont Get caught in no crossfire
Nah
Crumble down build my empire

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

I remember a man who was true to himself,
If he put his mind into something,
It was done.

He could help everyone,
Just by doing what he loved,
He

in a pamper 
I thought of throwing a tantrum 
But no I didn't 
Got up to create a vision 
Fuck niggas looking suspicious 
But no they ain't did it 
We

You say you got bitches, but we got more hoes
Now it's time to dig it
To the gangstafied wardrobe
'Bout to get fitted
You know that I'm a mack right?

and done, you fried
Talkin shit on us that’s not polite
Put you in a coma you might see the light
More purple less sprite, we take that flight
I smoke calis

instead
I should probably pay a Nickel son
Have them done with the shining
Talk about shining I'm irreplaceable
I feel like gold
And no matter which state

presence stepping out with no fears
The tongue sharper than a sward I got the will to shake spears
All attention on me I want your eyes and your ears
I want

sac à dos, cascadeurs,
Quand nos basses saturent,
Ça tabasse dur jusqu'à pas d'heure,
Un son patate,
Incomparable,
Ne restons pas là,
Vienne, Bronx,

Although I rep it too
But this is still my home
Not where I lay at night
This is more than a city
This here is a way of life
It stretches over to my state

feeling so imperial
It's no holds barred 
Through your whole nose guard
You can try to run it by me but you won't go far
Hit em with the ricochet 
Bitch I'm

that owed her 
He was guilty by attachment 
He was a heart felt type nigga keep u laughin
But the nigguz that he trusted had more passion in the cash

First things first 
I just wanna count stacks
 I don’t do this and that
Back and forth with you rats
 I’m more of a singer but I took time to rap

Yeah

Red tips, 762s, shoot a Taki at him
Good punch at Yoshi
Satisfied by hibachi habit website surfing
Tryna punch like I'm Bobby Lashley
Hundred

Got cheated on the deal and that's real life stuff,
You live and you learn, you earn by being burned,
The knowledge that sometimes there's no give

A gargantuan hole in the bow
Will the ocean to enter allow
Oh but more a sin than letting it
In it's letting our good fortune out
The nest

wanna take a chance anymore
‘Specially since I won’t ride by any hoes
I don’t wanna waste no time
Sayin’ I don’t wanna look in your eyes a little more

pay the cable
But dat aint nothing to the king
He sent his only son to take the charge for a thug the example of real love
My walk aint been no crystal