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way, don't hop on trends, I'm used to hopping fences
They wanna hate on you for the level up, can't get these niggas my attention
Wasn't nobody there

always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm

the people my goals getting close
So that's why my bars more broken
And I never leave my back door open
Why I trust less and I move by my doley
It left me

Speakers on Blast

E-40

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"

Way Ticket Home
Touched down hard on hallowed ground
Ain't it funny how the way things turn around
'Cause you always planned to head back out West
But

Feel like Peter
In my mind, Derek Jeter in his prime
Can't believe we on this grind
They can't believe it
Way they acting you would think it was secret

to tell me where I'm bound
I'll be like Christopher Columbus who lost what he found.

By Nerissa Nields
©1992 Peter Quince Productions

I know
Dealers who’d back me by fronting me work
And I won’t front, it won’t work
Once again it’ll hold me back from gettin back to work ( Damn)
I

Three people still and I'm over an hour from home
I couldn't hide shit, my truth always got exposed
That's what my ma told me, when she had my back solely

Dear
I can't even say your name 
It's been a long time 
I can't believe 
I'm doing this right now 
I know it's absurd to ask for it 
I'm way too old

'cuz it's time
I start paying all my dues 'cuz I did the crime
Thanking God I'm building up my shrine
I ain't been to Church in a year and some change

Watchin', baguettes black hard-bottoms
My ho in some sweats
The wrong way's the long way home
Way tell me 'bout it
We don't do jails, cause if we get rocked

contact with the same old me
Not ready to blame it on me,
she's lying naked between em sheets waiting on me
By the time I come home she'll be way too

I'm a gangster, I ain't gang banger
Fuck snitch, can't snitch, on my homies
Even tho we got problems, sometimes find our way to solve it
We ain't snitch

on my shoulders
But I
Lift it off
My name is like Ebola
From my bedroom out to Germany all way to Nova Scotia
And I know I'm getting closer but I don't

bro ill have your back
But brother im telling you we're Going to heaven
Remember when we used to go by the river
Remember the old songs we used to play

niggas in my zone
No more looking back coz we never going home
I'm JK Holmes whenever you see me say Hello

Chilling every night coz we wanna be alone

feel this way, will make you feel nothing
I just wanna feel something, make me feel something
I'm in my freshly washed decade old outfit
These girls

Package seller and his freight
Petty bitches in my face
Two Backwoods later, back to my old ways
And they uh talk your head off, I was screaming no thanks,

know I'm one of one
Can't nobody really clone me
I let the speakers knock
Cuz I been out here by my lonely
Told jefe keep his head up
Ya bread up already

way that
we can speak in fact
There's still a part of me you leaving with
I need it back piece by piece I'll piece it back

Way too many questions,

I'm fighting demons tryna get to a better state
A state of mind where everything feels at peace
Long way from home, I journey to the unknown
To be

I Know What You Want

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More

2002

like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear
I'm always on the road, hardly ever home
Always busy this, busy that, can't talk on the phone
I know you aggravated, walk

Love Me or Love Me Not [Bonus Track]

Soulja Slim

Gone But Not Forgotten

2008

what I'm saying

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah I got feelings but my first real old lady left with'em
A refuse to give'em back, so I'm rolling like that
What