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Feel like a clown inside 
Feel like a clown inside 
Got to my job put on a smile 
Committing that suicide 

Feel like a clown inside 
Feel like

more
All the lil' niggas that's hating on me
Tell 'em to hate a lil' more
Told them niggas I'm keeping it G since I was a lil' boy
All the niggas

to the drugs
Shit i ran so hard i collapsed my lungs
So perhaps when i'm done
I no longer gotta run
Lethal Jack shit like Repo
Drive by Regal
I'm so evil
In yo

This the last time that imma
Tell you that I'm batshit
Mad for my passion
Don't ask me bout my anxious
Left it in the past tense
Tens in my area
I'm

mouth follow protocol
My boy get in they fuckin chest
I’m tired hearing niggas saying they hate you know the vibes, I am the fuckin vibe
I go by the name

a lotta people, music overseas
And tell em bout the one who by my side, he watching over me
They hate to see me doing good, man, what's the reason
They only

dismantled
I make a living just making a killing
I tried to tell em before they ain’t listen
Go get a job just to pay that tuition
A regular life is just not

fuck I thought we had em
Met her in a different state she say she like my accent
Cut from different cloths and I got different fabrics
You only rock it

mind
Just let me know i'll try my best
If they tell you that boys don't cry
You can tell'em go fuck yourself
If they tell you that boys don't cry
You can

bring ya friend home witcha
Tell ya eat her pussy then you can't be mad
'Cause ya shouldn't of gave me the wrong picture

Errbody wanna be a dope boy

the squad
Make em run in laps it's yo motha-fuckin' job
My job is to be the bad guy till you gone
But where's the fuckin' fun if the feds ain't involved?
I

Not today. 

Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways. 

Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money. 

Had a little freak by the name

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way

Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they

coco
A nigga bout to re-up
I need it by the boatload
Walked in T'd up
Shooting like a photo
Tell that bad bitch
Hop in bout to fuck up in this
4 door

they ain't
Overcame adversity that I had to face 
I'm only motivated more by all the hate

The hate is real I don't stunt it
My mind on a mill tryna come

was top flight 
Lil black boy in the mirror 
Told me I could be top 5, Aye

And I had 12345 new jobs
My paper funny like them Calvin Hobbes
But then Snt

that weed and money
It comin by the case load
I couple homies OOH they need case closed
Man free all my boys in the chains
Free all my boys in chains
Boy

and just give me all the weight
Oh boy, told em last year that I want it more, yeah
Talk it then I walk it like I’m Migo 4
Yeah I’m nice, but that ain’t

, that this bitch I'm with
Bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell
That this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout
'cause I

up all these scars with love
Cuttin’ off all thesе groupies off
Put it on repeat
Lеt it go viral
Tell 'em SVDP’s suicidal
I’mma die trying
Or get rich

Pardon me shawty if I'm being a lil' direct
I think this a sign that we finna connect
I saw you online bout an hour or less
Popped on my explore

don't make it
I can tell by the look on they face
Chasing bags
I might do the race
Can't sit in one place
What's to do today
I keep catching these plays

Oh, oh, oh
We be out here moving through the fire
Is you gon ride, is you staying by my side bae
Tell the truth cuz you ain’t gotta lie, is you

Dem niggas not around they cant tell my shit
Had to cut em off
Pray my demons get lost

Real stayed around
Gotta toast another round
For them niggas I