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Tear drops in abyss surround myself by outer minds
I've lost control too many times inside my skull
Bombarded all the windows
Keep them out I can't

em
In life we don't need complications
Born in the ghetto and raised in the hood
Yea that's my combination
Killing these shows on a regular
Comfortable

Regular day, regular shit
Catching hits nothing less than a vick
Bro call me say let's get in the mix
Its Friday nigga I'm tryna get lit

Throw on a fit

Small Town Kid

Eli Young Band

Level [2005]

2009

Yankee hats, Suits and ties everywhere

These City folks, they look at me in my shirt and jeans, they make me think I don't fit in here

Well

his executor
Making that money, it coming in laundromat
Load the gat, 7.62
That my contraband
Lil brudda next up fasho, second in command
My city

alot of money when I go up in my vault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot

Trae so hood bitch I am the truth
I get paid bein broke has no use
Only

the waist
I ain't talking levi's 38 in the waist
I got my city behind me
Just like I'm Trae in the H
I look at you like section 8
Ain't no cost you shit

Ain't no regular degular (degular)
You keep hitting my cellular (cellular)
Say you the best but i'm better (Yeah)
Sifike sayenz i'feeling (feeling,

been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12

Sets Go Up

Juvenile

Cornerstone Mixtape March 05 #70

the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let

Are you sure you can do this thing
Are you sure you'll not fail
It's a bright day with dull moments
Life is hitting me as a hornet
Disputing in my

CUDDLE MY WRIST

Future

Beastmode 2

2018

slack
Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max
Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch
Real dope dudes don't hang around rats
Four by four,

I started cutting corner's, in the Gutter

Done pull up in my A1's on a regular Day
Than I hype on the Grind as Usual

Risking the usual fuck

still post right in the trenches
Glocc in my lap when I slide through the city
Born with good accuracy I ain't missing
Fuccin' These nigga hoes just for

As the storm clouds roll in, I feel the strain
Letting go of the hurt, letting go of the chain
My soul cleansed by the downpour, no longer in vain

Verse 2:

fast)
Young nigga extra doubt I got my stripes (quick fast)
So get that purple and mix it with the sprite (quick fast)
Get some purple dro, make sure you

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
Drug dealing try to make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy
And running my city in the city

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

We make moves in stage coaches 
Rah digga likes

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your

popping, yo what’s the move, I’m bout to throw a lil party
She think she a baddie, if I’m in the room she regular, I like my bitches like Barbie
I’m going

Cheyah
They say I'm still on that same old shit
Ha Ha okay
Let's get it uh
Your now tuned in to the streets
Such a regular broadcast had
Just been

Grab some Yves Saint Laurent I might mix it with the comme
Fashion boy but I still can get you gone
Put my soul in this swag now I cannot die
Live

the regular recipe
And a couple more things
You ain't used to less from me
I'm candy-painted
Eyes can be jaded
Running around in circles 
'Till it's "man, he