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a penny for your thoughts
Drop Courvoisier for the dons
We ain’t never had to chase the thotties
I’m just tryna tote on something strong

Yeah I’m tryna put

nigga H to the dizzy
Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites
But these jaw jacks and hood cracks
Will make you break some bizacks
What you

a way that's 'cause we smart, ho
Left them trenches, I'm not far, though
G Herbo still goin' hard though
Whip white, call it Jack Harlow and I tote

soul coupled with a bright mind
Thought I was bipolar, Doctor said I'm out of my mind
I guess I'm thinking out the box while I lick it
Asked Jack for

Eva smoke
When that was the anecdote 
Now you can't even speak cuz you angry clearing yo throat
And you black and don't fit with black 
And the white

as the thoughts in my head 
A world of zombies on your screen who's just emotionally dead 
Been scared from life it's hard to try when there's no hope at the end

to be jack of all trades couldn't get near far
Here Lord You take the wheel I can't deal cards
Small group that's a journey that You sent me
I stood two

Didn't know patience was the case
I'd have to beat with flatlines made
Impulsively, wait.
Fast forward down my past
I thought I had it with the tracks
Was

thought it represented love Nigga
Sematary beds because they thought they was some thugs niggas
Grindface general
Boy I pulled a switch a rue
A jack boy

I do this for my niggas who seen it all
The ones that stayed around when I pissed them off
The day 1 guys who ain't let me fall
They thought I was

far
I thought you was tough, why you armed?
That's okay, I got mine in cars
Big 9er we're sanctioned
I don't show no hate, only love is my language
All

I be pimpin' in my wife b lookin' for my white t
That I left next to my Nikes
Yeah, I stay on that hood shhh
Smoke trees, codeine with the good shhh

lil' pump on me, you Would've thought I'm Gucci gang
Lil bitch sucking dick, stop for air
I'm like use your nostrils, she gon' Smack her lips and roll

to the top
By any means, sorry if I'm mean, psych you really thought
No apologies, Apollo please, I'm the son of the God
There's no need to second-guess

and thats word to Jake Gyllenhaal
And Jack and Jill
For real, for real
Tell them open up they mind
Put a lot of thoughts in it

If you gon' start somethin'

from wrongs
Thoughts floatin' out my brain, you won't catch me write a song
Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong
'Rilla on my

Blacks back and I'm really king/
Bout to be to NY what pacqauio is to Philippines/
Looking out the window like Malcolm by any means/
Can't trust

unfamiliar soliloquies, similies 
similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries 
You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack 
Molest your mind like

Bitch Killa

X-Raided

X-Ology: The Best of X-Raided

2001

scream
I thought the pain from my knife was why she hollering
But she was nutting; by my blade she was not bothered
She busted a nut around my dick that

either
Basically what matters is makin us all equal summed up monolith different thought
And you speak evil
Peace by peace motherfuckers breed evil
By

ass took flight
Thought he came up on some bricks that shit was white like some rice
I caught 'em lackin without his blick this nigga pulled out knife

still alive
Must have a note on my motherfucking back
Saying don't rob steal kill or jack
Or I just look like a mother fucker broke
That need a fucking

on the road
Still be trappin packs by the p never by the o
Bro be steady strapped w the heat he gon let it go
They gon jack it cause my tracks they heat but

So what are we now then
The plaza fountains, remember when the hue was on your face from them
Surrounded, by these voices I cannot escape from them