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that keep me poor I'll be in the streets with the kids
Old man rappin, tryna preach to the kids
I'd say you should stay trappin if that's what pay yo
it in the old broke clock
I was 15 with my own dope spots
I was buying halves from Bridge for 340
And I don't need no nigga to vouch or speak for me
I
mother bedroom is where I puff cigs
You fucking know
You know how my story go
Your mouth's a glory hole
The man who made my outfit's name is Gregorio
sever old ties
I've been feeling so dead
Man I hope I don't die
Before I can chase my dreams
Just to say I'm alive
We don't know where we go when we all
telling me keep the lord close to me
But momma the views from this crib is bigger than devils approaching me
Old enough to pay for groceries
I pay for women
Nigga said Florida ain't even on the map
Jit tighten man
I'm dog walking niggas straight out the park
They never wanna bite, so I don't care if they
grapevines
And the rumors they travel far
You gonna hate mine
I tell 'em you fucked every
Motherfucker in my whole clique
And my old bitch
And the man that you
flowin it's hot
There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot
Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again
She give me free strokes,
Fuck (TP, baby)
Blrrrd
Man, this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say we killed my nigga
Say they caught him slippin', in south Memphis I was
better this way
But all the life is gone, I want to stay
Now I've ruined it, you sound ages old
And I can feel that bearing down a part of my shoulders
my scythe above the herd
I want to murder everyone in the entire world
Death feeds the cycle, driven by your hate
Can't you see there is nothing
to make ends meet
When I was young my old man worked his hands to the bone
To put food on the table and he did it alone
Workin for the man who never through
the only one
Can you tell me how I'll know babe if our love is true
Often my hearts been broken by a man just like you
Listen up real close babe cause I'm
goofball gimmicks
This for my patnas kickin back and got they coupe all tinted
Or prolly steer that old school like its a newborn in it
Forever G in nike
trying to save it
The night's still young get dumb cuz we going out baby
My new bitch slim thicker than the old testament
Rari' Testarossa man
You know
when at a show
The Klan couldn't keep the man from makin' mo'
Better blues, kinda confused here's the news
These grooves is better than your blue
by myself, when the problem isn't mine
Why doesn't anybody like me, I don't understand
Why my friends and family left me
At six years old he won't be
the old times
Hop out the whip, skrrt, oh my
Shit, you know I got mob ties
No I don't bang, I just got Glock 9's
I'm in India eating a Vata
Turn a fuck
bad as fuck
By the smoking and still'll line you up
Like the ruler
Mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again
My legal shooter'll do ya
on tropic gold sand, I'm an awkward old man
I'm made of steel, skin is leather, heart is fiber-glass
Put the fuckin kid on hyperblast, you need to wipe your
where you gonna be?
Only one or two of us are gonna make it out, you know
London Ontario
All you rappers are so pussy man
Stand up
99
Y'all better
mean muggin
My temp stoop low, it's Setback in the danger mode
It's been goin on, since crack in the days old
My heart so cold, I'm unfazed n I'm
Stuck in a place in time
A memory of old
Looking up the steps to climb
To reach a thought untold
Oh to be that simple man
Who wears with pride his
mean shit, but you feel this in your soul, man
I'm so ashamed, let's share this one dance, just a Quay Thang
I want you by my side, cause we blowing up
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