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Oh-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Hold on bruh, you too slime)
Youngin' big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose
(JC on the beat)
Bank account

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold on bruh, you too slime
Youngin' big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose
On the beat
Bank account on overload, but

just go out and shoot
So how the f*** I get played by you I wasn’t coming for you
You the truth I hate you lied though
Truth be told I really wish I made

just only wish that Dr. Williams's tale was better
One day, they started on the project of their lives
But out of wedlock, there wasn't husbands or wives

intuition
On top of that I feel like daddy of year
Filling in for a fuck nigga who glad he wasn't here
The shit ended in pieces an he glad I disappeared
But I

to shoulder, side by side
The weight wasn't the world on our shoulders
It sure wasn't to get a degree
Was getting the girl you'd get over
And that boss fight we

pressure gettin' applied
I want him gone, he keep fuckin' up my vibe
Yeah, he 12, he all on live
Actin' tough as hell, he must be out his mind, uh
Big

worthless but he had a purpose for my life
Had to put it in check can't be pimped by my flesh
A living soul breathed by God more than a mere breath
See

whose head wasn’t there anymore
I stood there in shock and he was to blame
His organs in his hands that we has trying to contain
I turned around and Mary

City Full Of
Muurdaaaa
These niggas hop out go to singing when the feds come
He wasn’t no Gangsta then his partnas should’ve said some
Murder Be

Will They Remember Me
And My Legacy
Or Say He's Dead To Me 
Wasn't a Friend to Me 
He was the Enemy
They Tryna Get to Me
And Get Rid of Me and My

(Shit!)
Damn
I hadda do it again
I'm finna fuck up some racks (Woah!)
Posted up with my twin
We finna slide in his block (Go!)
He thought we wasn't

with kids
God Did
He cleansed my sins
And I live through him cuz it is what it is
God Did

Wasn't a believer in Christ
But when I saw him on the cross,

to tell him he about to have a son damn

Nigga we posed to be Kings
We ain't posed to die by 25
Posed to be there for our Queens
Ain't supposed to be see

Higher Powers

Ishues

Realty Flow

2004

a act of random violence
Perpetrated by his childhood friend he used to go outside with
Now he lay silent with a hole in his chest, and open eyelids

fuckin’ money in it
I had to get it, wasn’t hard, just took a minute
Like “damn, he did it, all by himself, he independent”
And that’s for certain, drop

Judge not alone by the look of your Home, but your actions
You say that you're happy, he believes that you're happy, but you're acting
Traded my

on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score

An American Family

The Oak Ridge Boys

American Dreams

1989

war, it wasn't the same

Billy's out in L.A., he's a lawyer now
They worry he's so far away
Jeannie got married, she lives here in town
They're

Collage he can't experiment grand babies wasn't on the agenda yet
Selfies back to back on the internet
Close to his dad Trese wasn't feeling that
He had his

to folks
He shoulda watched his labios when papi spoke and now he's adios
Cause he don't buy the dope or supply the coke by the boatload
Oxycodone the shit

by one
Terrified when she see's daddies truck pullin' up
He sees her, flips the fuck out, gets some shit from the truck out
Marches past, swings

the chance to live right now
I ain't saying that nobody really love me cause I know it
Got a big heart, let the shit stop, who gon' tow it

I ain't saying that

alchemy 
Screaming loud from the balcony 
That imma live in infamy 
If any have it out for me
What he isn't is iffy 
If he measured by his output 
See how