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Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like

changes
Got me looking for my Angel See reality is angled at anger
Who blaming who? Who doing what for the money?
Ain't it all Sin? Tell you the truth
Not

hard, I swear a nigga just wanna change
Trying to run these bands up, I just want the money fuck the fame
I don't think I can do this no more, this shit

say
Every dog gon have his own day
And I'll lose them all
I don't care about being lonely
But I'll be damned
If they gon fool my ass the long way
Ain't

a bitch choose in here
Know she made the right decision
Brody got the Smith &, on his body if a nigga get to trippin'
Grown man money ain't no kidding
It's

the saddest times, it's fine
They'll all be by my side 
When they learn ‘bout the toughest cookie alive
The one and only,
Sainty Dainty, (Grah!) 
cnd

a fool
Boy, I know my place, I have escaped
By his saving grace, you just addin' chains
To break it down, all you want is clout
You just want the crown for

a message.... She keep me by posting tags .. the classified ads section.

It's worth it

 I be elleven... When I'm seen i mean.. Call nothing that had left us ..

so lord I pray
That me and my dawgs make it out the hood someday

I pray my dawg get out of prison and be with his child forever
Though we aint talk

your luck

What's done is done enough is enough 

You know that time is money, so I'm a keep it a buck

If you keep playing with me, hoe you gonna get

My homie on the line said he just lost his dime
I'm like don't fret bro, keep ya head high
It really hurts my soul just to hear my dog cry
But

I'm all the way in and I'm turnin' boy, nah
Fuck burn me, I'm tryna burn back
Don't let the skinny shit fool you, I get out and scratch
I'ma knock her

all by myself
What good is a king without his queen?
All this sadness start to suffocate me
I can barely breathe

I gave you all my heart
Then you left

don't think about me
You don't think about me
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
You really stopped caring huh?
I can tell by the way that you move
This freaky life

this be our last
He shooting first then we shooting right back
Brodie gon' floor it, his foot on the gas
Chop chop whip it up I'm in the kitchen
Why

on the rise
After you shank a fool empty his pockets skaba sny
Magata in the streets mara setse rele ko gae
Push back when I'm on the scene, these streets will

money
Need no fame
The reward in Heaven
That's my aim
It's a privilege
To rep the King
The talent that He gives me
Give it back to Him
It's a good thing

away grabbed by the hair slapped that sucker
Like a little old bitch who done misbehaved
Beating him throwing punches this fools getting slayed

Bloody

climb out from the drain
Many men have heard the call
Heading west to risk it all
Hand on throat, hand in cast
Down the stairs the fools are cast
Body

try to flex with the money while I passively yawn
They all kinda like grass, I be mowin' the lawn, they just curse through the whole thing and call it

and a mule
Don't make me grip the tool, I'mma act a fool
Pull up in his spot to burn a couple of white hoods
Uh
Tell 'em
Tell 'em what?
Tell 'em that them

phones what you need shorty
I got what you need shorty I got what you want too
And by any means baby imma get that fuckin loot
Why you actin like you

Ayo, Nick, you a fool for this one
Since lil bro been gone, I been sliding and sliding
On the nine every day while y'all hiding
Y'all got lucky,

secrets with you
And that ain't cool
But me I'm a beer on the moon
Never fool living life like I choose
And I can't lose
Refuse to be dooped by the suits