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the police on my case 
Noodleheads, boomin' out the bass
Paint her face, like Van Gogh
Her man poundin' on the door
If he comin' in, his life will be no more

no Harry 
He ain't bout it, he scary 
I'm with my crew, like Terry
She so wet need a ferry 
Step up in the function, I think Stino off a xan 
I might

And them lil Niggas you be with ain't bout it all they want is fame
You put your trust up in them bitches dawg thats one thing that I can't
Imma make them

cause a nigga so sick
Please give me space can you get off my dick

I'm might air it out like the smoke too thick
Air that bitch out like a Hotbox
I️

I can
To sustain my digit dash
And get some cash up in my hand
I would blow it like a fan
Webbie blowing through my speakers
Police creeping but they

motherfuckas will be playing basketball in Pelican bay when I get finished with you
Shoe program nigga 23 hour lock down
Am the man up in this piece u will never

like I'm in a few
What you gon' do what you gon' do
A boy cried wolf and a boy played dead
But a boy might be a little crazy in head
'Cause a boy run

been handling some molding cheese
Been a while since I flown overseas
Might just cop another ticket
Like police in black communities
We need community

knocking like Halloween 
Know I'm young  but I flipped me some drugs
And been shot at by scum  
Cuz they sick with no allergies
Hoes be letting me pump up

feelin like a Johnny Storm
With my Flame on
Ok
You know I got heat like a block full of police
That goes deeper than you think like Frozen 2 and memories

to kill that shit

I'm just a student with balls you know what I'm saying, So I hustle fuckin hard

Came from Angola so I came with the sun
Might be looking

Instead of being gunned down by some racist police
Got a feeling that my brother might just see me in streets
And kill me over colorful beef
Now what do you

with dark skin
Like we deserve it
Knees to the neck
No air to my chest
Recording me on live, tryna see what’s next
Got me thinking this might be my last

all the followers, twitter fame doesn't mean nothing I'm scuffing cause no one's impressing me
Fuckers be coughing the 'rona is topping, so shocking

see, inside your magazine
So to my skanking brethren, you might as well shave your hair clean
A true Dread deals with Jah Love, And a false dread deals

for My Life
When I see the Police

Where do I go, to be found,
When I'm lost in these streets
Choosing between accepting Christ
Or the Mark of the Beast

the rapping up, the
(w) rapping's off, I can hear
You rapping soft, no heart
Defibrillate these niggas (Clear)
Problem with the army is
They wanna be the boss

song I'm feeling like a dork 

Heard a knock at my door 

Who that be? 

“We the police”

Ok bet, I gotta flee

I'm so fucking bored 

I'm so fucking

on the Wizards
You might get a injury, John Wall at the crib
Ion really like the police knowing where I live
Pulled me over on that one street I hit as a kid
Now I

wreckin'
Some good advice
Stop and think for a second
Cause tryin me
Well that just might be ya final lesson

Who can I run to when I’m not safe inside my

Grab my ID & pray we part ways
I don’t want to go the police department
Let me calm down don’t get me started
Beyond said shit might get me bodied
My

swerving the police
Not a criminal but i don’t got the time to be another headline to hashtag on phone screens
Nah, smoke trees by my lonely
Floating in blue

You promised that you’re fine 
Surrounded by people you don’t like 
But do you really want to be here 
Is it easy to pretend?
Lying to your parents

I keep the blade wid me

Nah I cannot die young

Let’s be honest G

We live nd die by the gun «u sure?»

Thats fo sho, ah

How u know, huh

I live