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check a bag
These niggas be hating inferior minds
Could tell I'm from the pole you could peep by my grind
Fuck if I'm gonna I already shine
Could tell by

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm too annoyed to cope, tryna make a livin
Given I dont think that being a dope boy is dope
Out of every story, only 2 end in glory
Who

me etched in stone, uh
By the time they learn to love me, I'll be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double

God's Warrior

Tee Grizzley

God's Warrior

2019

You know everything a nigga say be facts man like
I hope they don't play this shit in court one day
If you look up some of the stories in my city

mind
South Park
South Park

Every time I wake up, I give the swisha sweet a hit
Sometimes I feel I just can't survive without that lick
Hustlers

Hang 'Em High

Sadat X

No Better Way

1996

your head wide open 
Hopin  to spot  a chip in this frame 
I lived and died by the burnin flame 
Of the OK Corral  Cowboy style 
From the Quarters

hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my

I Big Pun it
Trying to revisit that impact
When Big done it
Or when Pac did it, even when Nas won it
I Daddy Kane over the tracks
Them niggas King Sun

that shit)
Back on that Nash shit and not the one that played with Dirk (big Nash)
I do the shootin', before rap, I sold yayo first (brr), Machine,

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Jin

The Rest Is History

2004

of the streets; everybody gotta eat
And that's how shit in the hood be
Ain't sayin' it's a true story, but it could be
For the next three months Bolo is nowhere

Wake up then I regulate
Kick it with the bros gotta sell the weight
Big dope I'm a heavyweight
Give quotes or make the chevy scrape
I gotta get paid

they could careless about the minds they feed 
They're fabricating stories & make them seem all legit
Half of these big wigs getting paid to enter

deliver the gospel from living in houses, where people saw me as a sheltered child
But then comes the goriest stories of glory from running the streets,

get them on!
It the cut where you find me
I got the hustlers behind me
I just caught a sale!
My Young Dog just caught a body uhhhh
And be like that
I

Sitting at the station
Where the trains rolled by
Chill in the air as the tired sun lay down
He thought of how this town had been
As he gazed

View my story but can't answer the damn phone
Damn bro, like why didn't you say so?
So I'ma keep living like how I been
Since motherfuckers wanna act

niggas is done
The only help I ever asked for is give me the gun
I've been back and forth across country and got money
Most niggas think they hustlers but

Catch me downtown serving fiends, where the trappers at (600)

Hustlers moving work, in front where the police at (24/7) 

A quarter mill in counterfeit

the days I made a lot of mistakes
Dealing with a lot of fakes
Nobody could feel the pain now I'm here
Having a lot of stories to tell
But In the mean time i

couldn't do
Since I've been twelve I've been living by your grace
So this is my prayer save me from a traitor 
Show me in my dreams tell me Whats the need

am the curfew, out by 10



These shady boys can't even compare to me, bitch, I am a don

Lame ass hoes keep on talkin', flock of a feather, then it

Whatever

LAC

Baller Blockin [Clean]

2000

stay focused
And front all the street hustlers
And keeping 'em posted
That white and that blue car
We call 'em the law
And the dirt that my niggas

that wave word to big
Gotta even cut friends off
If them niggas tell
You're telling stories to people
Who never peddle shit
Ask them what I did in