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to the other side 
Hustlin strugglin 9-5 
Do you not see she got other guys 

Man im living by pay-phone, drop the gun my brother, tell the boys that Imma stay

off the morphine
I'm
Fucked up might just shoot the gun
Oh
Well there goes another one
You feel me shun
Two left
He's eating pillow till he's outta

around kid, this ain't Simon Says

That crew won't trust you without a gun safe
There's no "I" in team, same goes for your son's face
You rain blood

Man that boy can't fight he don't want no smoke
C'mon bruh
No smoke
Damn
K-M-Y
S-N-I
C-K
F-O
L-E-Y
Call me the Count of Monte Cristo. Fade me? That's

shit on my chest
I can't take her back
I'm a wreak while laying in bed
Think'n bout the memories we had
Driving around in the car
Laughing and forgetting

I'm gonna shoot you in the face with my internet gun,
My harddrive is huge, MP3s are external,
Back up off the urinal and write in my LiveJournal,

shit
Mama always made a way to make me feel rich
We was broke as shit
Cold cuts always made a nigga choke n shit
As a kid I ain't neva know that broke

Different strokes for different folks, that's just the way it goes
They said I wasn't real, now they're looking like Pinocchio
My flow is stupid cold, sum'n

from Kung Lao
The crowd goes wild as I react like gun, POW
Like three of clubs, tenth book, slapping the card down
I've been through enough to tell you

to the masses
Lead and inspire
KRS-One totes the gun for protection
By All Means I use my mind as a lethal weapon
WHOOP-WHOOP that's the Sound Of Da Police
So get

(Intro)

Uh huh
Tired

TaDahh uh

(Verse 1)

Truth
I ain't looking for no sorrow
All I need right now is af******
Knifeor Gun Ican borrow
And slay

of all the drama
And she trust my word for she knows her son on the come up
Keep my mind on the grind
Soon you gon' see me shine, ee'n if ya blind
Ya

kinda hard being me

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y
I really scream nigga but I got depression
A lot of things left me wondering
Just wanna please anybody, I'm not perfect

my line begging for some blessing
This gold around my neck yeah you know I protect it
Fuck the guns you tote i've been on smif n Wesson's
Never shy

are
Hashtag, dressin' up
Insta game all messed up hell no
Come kick mud in them deep
Sticks with them big boys
I'm southern-grown by the grace of God

Unh, one seven A B, baby
You know I stays putin' my ankles in it, right
Another beat by Retro
M-K-L up in this bitch, baby, let's go!
One stop shop

light
Get in touch with your asshole
Better to fight
A warrior in a manner
With a standard
Of being polite
By wishing for peace
in the heart is a knife

I think she loves me i send her letters like everyday, she never responds but i know theres alot on her plate. She goes to school and work and need i

I’m baskin
In a conches that’s guilt free
Robbin 31 boba spots n ran off on that milk tea
Is that you
It smells like dog shit doggy
I heard the kiss

I'm not the type of man who goes up on stage
Takes his shirt off and waves it like hey
I don't give a fuck if you like me or not
If my music's bad

in your nose
Ask all these questions pillow talk to the hoes
When you fucking with me anything goes 
Take my time with these mf'n flows
I don't do it

these hoes like i'm switching clothes 
It's the summertime so anything goes
I like my girls with some pretty toes
How many shots we take
Nobody knows

make it on the news
I don’t know what to think, I can’t fuckin blink
Or the time goes by now I’m lookin for a drink
But you know where I’m at, I’m sittin

Hop in a rental to coas
Look at my wrist how it froze
Spend my whole check on my clothes
Guessing that anything goes
Drop bout a grip on my feet
But