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alone

My lips are too dry to kiss you with
I'm piss drunk off a fifth 
Or a forty
My heart is too filled of love to love you with
I'm listless full

tranquility in still water
When you guided by the evil one never miss a step
On your way to the wrong gates filled with regrets
Nightmares full of screams

when the feds run on you
That's your homie that's your dawg why he run on you
Can't fuck with niggas they be snakes they ain't 100
Get the pack i flip it

allstate
Fourty one no it ain’t a small face
Going hard wit the K like Scarface
Hitting plays in the charger on the car play
I just caught a play

If we making money then im with whatever
I work with my brothers we striving together
Smoke by the pack I got O’s on the dresser
Run up the racks got

joints in now I'm feeling activated
One, two, don't ever cross that foo
Three, four, he go by the code
Five, six, he got you on them scripts
Seven, eight,

this beat, baby)
You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you fuck it up
Perp hole got like tee trimmers, real street nigga, my money up

woman
I told the lady "Look im sorry
Miss I knew I was wrong
But you came so fuckin close to
Me I thought it was on"
Thats why my partners is gone
They

miss a payment, I'm so sophisticated (woo)
Blunt like I'm an Oakland raider, tell her work Rihanna
Call Batman, I'm Robin (woo)
40k to do a show up in

I Remember

Los Marijuanos

The Smoke Out

2001

drinking up a lot of forties
Oldies make E's in the sky
Why I rose made dog we use to ride
Kitchens cool in the woods by the tracks
We use to gather up our

(Dinero the Name, Dinero the name
Oh oh
Ooh Ooh
Yea yea yea Ooh)
Come from a place
Where you win
When you just stand out
And in this Place you will

Its late night and I hear who is it?! It’s the homies they got 40’s and some  bitches let’s kick it. So my shell toes hop out the window, let’s go

Playing Marcberg
He sixteen know how to work with it
Catch him on his block, circle it
Roll down that back window make
Sure you murder shit (Don't miss

Insane parabola
You stay on that weak shit
You do you that's cool
I'm on my b shit
That a list to cool
I miss my niggas but they got shit that's cool
Needa

And emerged as the greatest

You're not alone
I was molested
By my own sibling
He never confessed it
It's wasn't lonzo
It was my step brother
Did it when I was

and the weather
Been in pain my heart cold like December
Talk on us, you get dropped by a member
BSO sending shots out like Kemba
Sippin wock' drop a line in

every day, living burns like iodine
Presenting as feminine I'm in danger by design
I'm too smart and too pretty to put up with negativity
So why don't you

with a 40
Any nigga run up on me
He gone wish he Brung a army
I be thugging by my lonely
Can't trust em he to phoney
This niggas ain't my homies ion love

Memorials
Profit
This is not the life you lead
I can tell by how you breathe
Whispers from your fighting team
Gone whisper
If your life should leave
I believe

yeah all of it
Till I get my reparations, settle for what Obama did
40 acres and a donkey ain’t shit to me
Tell me bout emancipation you don’t know what

Grace (uh huh)
Keep your ego in check or I'll put you in place (yeah yeah)

Stayin chanel till the day that I die (Chanel)
You miss you mans damn check

Ay this tape bout to be a classic
You are now listening to 8 for 8 by TXMIYAMA the muthafuckin' Jap Boy
Big up my cousin Kazu, big up Justin, I’m

miss you man
I'm just stuck in the blues
She left me for a smelly fat fuck
Bro was bigger than a semi-truck
I really saw myself going far with her
But I

god permits
Ima leave it to his will
I hope I Even turn 40

You know life
Isn't promised
Make it count 
you'll never miss
So Make sure go out
and live