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the water rise
Economy adrift
Build my Rocket Ship

A pretty girl walks by
I'm looking at my phone
I wonder who she is
I will always be alone

I got to see

Keep it moving while I do time for the shooting
I don't need you in my ear
I need you to disappear
Cold summers hot winters
It gets heavy by the year

Sinister Mob-ish uptempo slaps, that's what I'm on
Liable to pull up in a Granada hanging out the dome
Corner the market, gettin' off product
Flip 'em by

the jungle by my lonely as I climb
Sometimes it be hard to tell a snake from a vine
Feel it in my gut 99 can't be trusted
I been in positions where I know you

transmission Through the solar system
I know them aliens listening to These real niggas
Authentic all up in ya like Keith Murray
That Machine Gun Funk it'll

fashion 
He dont eat he fasting sleeping need a mattress 
Reaching for my crotch like micheal jackson 
But I aint dancing 40 by my hamstring 
Bitch I'm back

,

G4 got them flavors on them

bowls,
But he don't front them,

I'm da type of nigga shoot ya toes,
You try run run,

I bet that 40 shock his ass,

It

everything that I been through
But I tell em everything's gonna be fine
It don't matter win or lose we gon get by
Why you always rolling up
Cause I been high

her face Then I gotta dip
Goonies in the front know they Watching by my back
Better play it smooth keep it cool Know they on attack
No talking with

niggas call, I say they tear it up
And when we come through shootin', bitch, you better move

Cause it's hectic, we ain't playin' by the rules
Fuckin'

see me flop
All my shootas stay on go n they ain't scared to let it pop
Balenci clerk ask me my size I told that bitch forty five
Niggas cap bout bein

worried about a manic Monday
Not no more I thank the lord before I'm out the door
Deep in the back 40 eating what I kill
Running round in a Negro town but

Cruisin' by myself, rollin' loud, cuz I know how
If you big, I'm pullin' triggers, we don't like to throw down
Yo, baby, daddy, hear my phone talkin'

Reinventing the Wheel

Typical Cats

Typical Cats

with a veteran spits for loving his rocks
Typical suicidal schizophrenic cults
I don't know who to cut
And my guns are like to needles to you cause we

town
You don't walk, you run
Anybody asks, you're a son of a gun
Friends may burn you before you are done
You count 'em on one hand, son, you already

Shorty at the dancehall wanna suck my big dick, with a mouth that small, unrealistic (Hmm)
Forty-two shots to the dome, times ten by the time I get home

I'm foreign but I haven't come a long way overseas
I'm from the not-too-distant land of snow and beer
We're just above that latitude of forty

the .40 up with your weak picture and squeeze
When they see me they salute 
I be standing at ease
Around celebrity’s that’s A list 
Cause I be with G’s
Pray

Jumped off the porch told momma I'm a hustler
Gotta stay on point can't get taking out by a sucka
Everything I want for me want even more for my

Nah we don't play by the rules
Construction worker with the tool
Remember when i kicked in my first door they said i was a fool
Came in this bitch with

When the bitch start trippin', grab my double cup
You say you angry, I don’t give a fuck
On my last nerve, nigga better duck
Load the gun and we spray yo

like last year
I had to clear my mind of all that bullshit got no fears
When I first shot forty five for the first time 5 seconds couldn’t hear
Me n

a gun to my head
Cuz, had to think I was afraid to die
No my uncles no
They didn't raise me scared
Trust and believe I been strapped
Every since that day

Born at the bottom of the mountain in a manger
Stuck to my guns even in the face of danger
Unemployed intern, to Captain of the Squad
I defied