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slow
Man I Been doing this since I was 15
Little dude I had big dreams
Try to be like my father every single day
Dad you was so clean
You wisdom on top

big skeeter
Reporting live from the bleacher
Sporting KC
Know they hate me
Underdog babies
Not from the 80's
From the two three
Red nose, blue toes
When

another

Chorus

They said that you'd never make it to the place you wanna go/ Well I'm happy where I'm at won't be mad if I do not blow/ I just hope that

got more bounce to the motherfucking ounce man
Sold out in two days soon as they heard me and the bros was finna be on stage
Living good you should try

Hillwood Hustlaz

Rasheed, S.P.M.

Screwston, Vol. 2: Pink Soda

2001

Why would you test this?
Mex out of Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna

[Chorus: x2]

They call me Rasheed
I smoke the bomb weed
I came up off my feet

a war back at home bruh 
Don't even know where my home was 
I never pick up the phone now 
Now they can see I'm beyond young 
Now I don't even be free ka

see red flags from Fuckboy Dont be in denial
Kept my record clean got sum hittas thatll squeeze
Got Double Ds on my chest 
& I drip Cs, Gs, & Fs
Time is

kosher, I'm keeping composure
I cannot be blinded by overexposure
I'm calling my chauffeur, pull up in a rover
I'm watching these snakes as they start

nine
But they'll become distant memories
As it goes by
Keep it running
Look
This shit is rough, man
It wasn't supposed to end like this
Maybe I dream too

the entire scene, Be Inspired word 2 Heavy-D, Peace..I'm studying hymns, catching the gems, Life Is virtual, I swear we all live in The Sims, Slaves

For so long, the grief was beyond tears
Perforated by silence, denial, and merely
Spreading the processing across years
Yeah, detachment can be weird

panic
Head roll back down and I open my mouth
Bad boy old school rude boy from the south
Live day by day never have no doubts
If you need loud just give

nobody do me dirty again (Nah nah)
Good riddance
My success is
What they wanna prevent
But they won't ever end, uh

Yeah I've been inspired by all these

on the grind
Just skateboarding through this s***
You know, just to pass time
New cats say the same thing
Make you think that they got nine lives
Repetitive

catch a Fien
Drive by music where the codeine
I need to get high before I hit the scene
Gunshots everywhere that's where I live
Serial killer in every

they see me out in public
You flexin' on the gram well I already done it
Done it
Who be doing this good plus I'm still a youngin'
I'ma globetrotter yeah

Crawford
to fuck
All on Nicki live, bein' fake, suckin' her nuts
You done crossed every friend that ever entered yo' space

But tell me what you think they

on the east, said they need this shit

Cops try to play me on my spot, so I plead the 5th
First day out, two different drugs, I was feeling mixed
Looking for

smoking on gas and I'm off shrooms, yeah, I'm in my room
Sweep these niggas just like a broom, clean up your fucking room

I be getting in my fucking mood,

let the throne break me
I am not no a celebrity
I am just who they all want to be
On guard who checking me
I am fulfilling my destiny
To help the blind

searching for answers 
Ask yourself
Do you wanna be rich 
Or live decently? 
Start checking the company you keep 
Or you miserly complaint with laziness 
Then

wonder why
The crew hates me
Watch as I put 'em in their place
Too gassed up, I don't ever take a break
Even when I'm burnt out
I be finishing a race ya'll

hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always

reality they desperate to be you
All y'all too see through
No skill to be cool
Staring at a nigga's jewels
Feet consumed by the pools
You drool
No respect