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be grown, I'm just saying that I'm old enough to know
That we've got something nobody else has
So don't be afraid to let me change the way you think

I'm left wide awake while the fools stay trapped in bed 
It's not too late but it's getting old
So stay stay by me all your troubles trapped inside

I'm left wide awake while the fools stay trapped in bed it's not too late but it's getting old
So stay stay by me all your troubles trapped inside

em say my name if they don’t wanna say it
Ain’t going by my slave name who can shade him
No Illuminati lil' baby still illuminated
And they aluminum

roll with them big dog
Stay on the porch my old mans done with it
And passed me the torch
And now a nigga on fire, burnin shit up
And I'm cool with

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stay by my hustle like a Dope Man trade;
zone out in space, I don't involve with fake;
rather pick my old ways than be forced with

Forty round forty shots
Shoot and make forty drop
The old heads on the corner like
SHORTY STOP!!!
Nigga opportunity hardly knock
So, I work a nine to five

since '99
Hey! My guy, you talk so slow
Your art just ain't exciting
Watching your drawn out show's
Like watching paint drying!
But in my line of work

So I messed up for sure now
This whole thing wasn't planned
All my thoughts are rushing through me
And I just know I can't
So it's 2 am I'm lying

I believe you can be anything
You can see
So get the fuck up out your seat son
Shots ill take them ya'll can't stop me
Vibe is calling come get lost

The content in the street so watered down now (I miss the old days) 
and snitching at a all-time high 
what happened to the code that we used to die

try not to contribute to the genocide but niggas die
Visits with my man, he told me never give up

With a razor in his mouth, and contraband in his butt

When I count it make sure that you know it
So forever and ever I'm focused, Never trying to go back to the old shit

All these niggas they really don't

(I’m just being me)
I turn the base up ya’ll don’t need to hear my lyrics
I heard your shit and it gave me fuckin’ ear aches
Man, I don’t fear it

hit the weights
There is no debate 
A smile on my face 
Everything embraced 
Zoo Culture 
I plant a seed let it grow like agriculture 
we crush the gym

Chiaa!
Cas dat nigga man...
Yeah!

Drunk as fuck off that captain Morgan
Textin old hoes, Im tryna explore again!
She say "You don't know"
Well, shit

nowadays
Street shit by the white man is what sells nowadays
But, who am I to judge
I buy that shit too, knowing the music ain’t a buck
I know how it works

the last line is always better than the first line,
and the next move you make, omo you a dead man!
Better dey pick race, omo no look face.
cause round here,

I do this 
Cool whip flows in the music I move with
Candy paint blue is on the whip & that drip so stupid 
Like who’s this, snap back tatted up,

the night!
Way out west in a quiet little town called ctom Bomb,
Out there by the road is a man with a story to be told.
It ain't too long...

The Trucker (a

missed the chance to meet
My perfect one, my unforgettable
And I might be biased but
No one else has looked this good
Since some old man shone light upon

I'm at /
  it paints a picture like rembrant on the chart they call it gantt / 
  so there, could never be an ill consumer, traipsing the montezuma /

business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we

your bitch bow face I done had her so I passed her to J I keep on going even though I won the race this is here is my time and I'm come to stay no