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I've got killers in my contacts
One hand sign, that's a done deal, no contracts
I've got a household name that stay ringing bells
It isn't hard
out in my J's
They took me out of the streets
But I'm still stuck in my ways
Why would I care what you thots would say?
You hoes look like somebody
up when I sleep
Living life by the skin of my teeth
I’ve lost it all, decided to run
But in the end, maybe I’ve won
Oh, it’s like nothing you’ve
the odds of just being another rap nigga
Black young man father to a young queen
Bless the birth of peacing me
So when I leave the streets
Think fully
I
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's none left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's none left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's none left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so
shirt
at least when rabbit tried this he was fucking poor as dirt
but me standing here in my fucking Ralph Lauren
surrounded by a collapsing crowd
could touch us.
Our bond was true. I saw you on the street, you looked to the side.
Your new friends look just like you so go ahead and take your
hugging on the bridge
一场小雨淋湿的石板路
A light rain covers the cobblestone street
一边画画我一边眺望远处
I look into the distance as I paint
我的画笔在调色版上跳舞
My brush dances
out wave it at the district attorney disarm the bailiff
Turn and cheese big for the jury before I look at the judge and start hailing
The quote unquote
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step
Walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my
I'll be there at 12, I'll pick you up in the front
If she got pumps on, probably gonna pump by one
Keep it organic, I really can't stand it when I see
way better than my mom told me
Try to keep my head down when the fog roll in
Glock 9 by my side, I ain't goin' out
Sun go down, shit go down, bitch
Stay
I've been lost in the city
But the lights look so pretty
Ain't nothing coming my way
Except for this damn sunny day
The smell of perfume
We, now, see through the night into the quietness
And drive into the street, moving on with no destination
Sitting there to my left, I glance
I'm flying blind
I look around
But forget the street right when I've found it
My feet are so stuck to the ground
It's bringing me down
It's bringing
one anywhere the south is
Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits
High tops, Versace, I'm on that boss shit
yes rick you said it, we have to change,
beaten
By the people who we only need for one simple reason
Policeman are meant to protect but look at how they treat them
They're grabbing and ramming
gotta end the cycle That Juss wants to make me rival
Grab a motherfucking riffle like this isn’t absolutely fucking psycho.
Don’t look away a life of hate
shit and make a stack
With you I’m always feeling lavish
Don’t matter what the social status
Walk-in down the street they look at us
Wishin they
and a Newport
I put my money where my mouth is
Number one anywhere the south is
Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits
High tops, Versace, I'm on that boss shit
that I can be
I've tried to see the light in living life but it just blinded me—irony
Now I'm thinking violently
Because I feel my country went
atleast I can hold this weight on my shoulders
The streets I walk down every day are looking colder
I can't hear the children laugh 'cause I can see them
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