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some of my violent ways
I was locked up for four hundred holidays
I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre
Was in the pen for that bad boy
i have said i am sorry now 100,000 times
now i'm eating my words
for every last one 
i tend to fall amending all my karmic crimes
and for every
10K, that's a backend
Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you lackin'
How 'bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in?
to the grave by the dump truck
If you the last man standin'
Have the pole tucked
It's a blitz when I pull up, when I pull off
If that bitch ain't suckin' dick I
your phone
I pissed away some golden opportunities from living wrong
Put a pin in that, wait, hold up, hold up, lemme pin it down
Plenty hoes make me
force, this is a gift from life's source
daily, with each second deep breaths and
your feet step in every direction.

The search begins, as your work
By the time I'm up and outta my bed
I got a hundred new ideas floatin' 'round in my head
With a hope for tomorrow, a dream that I can see
Of all
leavin'
Just givin' the words a whole new meaning
I walked here on my own two feets
I don't (care what you people say)
I can't stop 'til I take it
even if you can
Now I'll admit, I hesitated
I felt the fear creep up inside as I slowed down
But his feet were broken, bruised up and bloody
With
day by day, get your bread, figure the rest out

I remember way back when, when we were hella stressed out
Now I've got my feet up and my legs are
left Gary, spent sixty, huh, huh
Paid for it all blues, RIP nipsey, huh
Diors on my feet, in high
School, was Ken Griffeys, Huh
My uncle showed me how
the plate
And if they play them games
She just gone straight away
From day to day, she's being chased
By the illest boys
She don't need no Curious George
She
And my pockets steady I might buy a home in Redlands  

And he think he made a steel fill em up with lead then  

I ran away from that cougar I’m
Living comfortably, I never had that luxury
Cuz I been living on the edge, like Imma free fall 100 feet
I’m plagued by anxiety, the pressure of society
Hey B,L, go fuck yourself, you a fucking bitch
4's my feet, better not see me in the street, I finna play no game
Fuck all y'all, you so lame, you
don't try no funny shit
'Cause if you try some shit I'll shoot up this bitch"
She said "Okay" and gave him 'bout a hundred K
He started walking
is like dem meant to die
Some live to see hundred and one, some dead at 25
Some die as a infant, while some dem aids infesting (why?!)
Some black,

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