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that
You either love or hate
Inside this wicked rat race
Life or love
Or a dark cold place
Either friend or foe
But don't fight the cold
Or get outlined

Suffer
And get paid
Yall got it easy
I'd sell out for that
I'm out in the city
With roaches and rats
Big Mac attack
Past fat from the packs
But I got out

toy
You don't want beef, you just pack bologna
Feed you shells like macaroni
Full of acrimony for the rats and phonies
Kidnap ya brodie with a glass

That nigga a rat
I'm not with the losing
By any mean
Malcolm X
She give me the pussy
I ddt
Wrestlemania when we in the sheets
Never tesseling
bitch I

Switch on the Glock now that bitch automatic
Pull that bitch out and he froze
Nigga a snitch he wouldn't die by the code
But he'll die bout these hoes

get it back 
I know you ain’t who you say you is off in your raps 
I seen that nigga paperwork and I can smell a rat 
Yea that boy a goofy till we put

kicks no this ain’t jetlee 
Fake friends got left back just like mendy 

I’m from the east side 
Snakes and rats 
Nittys and cats 
Kitty’s and packs

the back

We keep it by the code, so clearly they wrote, we don't rat
Hustlin' is losin' a few bills to make a few stacks back
But what good is a few stacks

choppas they blast[00:40.39]Pullin up with the choppas they finna put that little boy in a coffin[00:43.06]Smoking on this pack, n***** I relapse[00:44.88]I

a pack, I ain't even mad
when I lost all I had

Something in me cracked
Haunted by my past
Days were Sunny, lately things been black
Somewhere I got lost

about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob

in the skies
Laughing fat cats - reaping pack rats
Ruling with iron fist

Divide and conquer - denying the truth
Just profit in their eyes
In shadows

to decapitate
The heads of my enemies killing relentlessly
There is no room to negotiate
What other way can I educate
You niggas is rats that travel in packs

a lone wolf

Yeah, I spend most of my time by myself, that's cool
A lot of folks dislike me if I'm telling the truth
I used to hang with the gang, not

ain't shit but I still hit 'till my last day
Can't even put my health first, the fuck up with that, Chase?
I'm moving slow, tryna get out the rat race

smell it
When I'm deep in, only time that she yellin
Dreams for the low and she buy what I'm sellin
She a good girl tryna find her a felon
She don't care

Maybe God will vet the herd
But I forget the word
The thought of a messiah
Is just a dream deferred
People have a child
cnd choose to raise him in

we some good kids, just surrounded by MAADness, man
The Athenian Dream is just to get out of Athens
At this point, I can hardly imagine

'Cause I've

take a posse a crew or whatever, weed out the thorns, then sound the funky horn
word born reality, deep no shallowness, run in rat packs, like a leader

up as currency 
NFT talking pack
Don’t know what to spend their money on
Live in shallow grave
Shallow grave 
My shack is full of rat traps uh
If she

vanish
I had grown sick of the famine, all the emotional damage
And dammit I been out the way for a hot minute
I hop in it, witness murder by how I kill it

night, all I do is dream and pray
Hoping that, I can see my homie again

[H.A.W.K.]
It's been a whole year, you've been gone
And I still find it hard,

by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink

pack it in
And leave the schedule to the grown-ups
Revel in the pestilence Auntie Beeb throws up

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