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in rolling no dice
'Cause I'm outside chance, I hope, bitch, I ain't paying the price
What's trust, really?
I don't know anymore
You walk away from

MQ on the mix boy
Nahfr can we have a check please
Haaa
Walk a nigga down by myself
Cus I don't trust niggas
I grow up around some real niggas
I know

and arrogance
Has caused your doom
Benen stone
They show you
Who they are by their actions
Their words of carnage and war
But you still foolishly believe in them

whenever
I'm home without you
When I'm gonna
Be without you around
Then I know
There is gonna be war
Babe when I'm on the road
Devil on my shoulder
Begging

my fist, rip the plaster off
We'll eat the rich
One by one
The class war is far from done

Pink skin in a blue suit, scummy
Pink skin in a blue suit,

Parked outside by the empty bottles 
Wind blows 
We said that there was something looking at us oddly 
From the windows
c microphone was held towards

the Trojan wall,
“We cre” the wolf within the sheep outside your door....
“We cre” why you don't judge a book by its cover,
cnd we are comin'....Comin'

edition limited print it'll have its moment Until it sells out
Its own story
Like retail/re-tell
So sell me self care
Lotions by the basketful
I just see

dizzy
Catch you slippin', pop outside, let's Get it, we not leavin' a witness
Shouldn't  been acting suspicious Now You want forgiveness

My dawgs so damn

to break the amount
Maybe the down, depressed state I'm in now
Ain't from the outside, but maybe the grounds
Or basis of the angst I'm in now
I literally

earned it
Man free my Broday , servin' time, sentences ran concurring
He say, it's war goin' on outside, better not leave ya burner
Since we was small ,

wants to keep me enlisted
But what for?
I'm no good if they're just gonna die by a war
With themselves
How'd they leave me outside with a mask

outside tryin' to
Whip crack tonight
I'mma whip the in the coke pot
Microwave anything, look how that dope rock
Grown man be actin' so degenerate
Tryin'

15 years old with the
Hammer under the mailbox
Niggas talking crazy like we ain't been
To war they shell shocked
You ain't never looked down

Dangerous times
What you got lose?
If it don't come your way
It's never fazed by you

Coming up for air

There's a storm outside
And it's come for

How A 6’4 Manwhore gone take me to war?
You gotta marshmallow core Ima
Make me a smores
Couldn’t knock me out! Gave me 2Pac clout
Hit me from behind

You’re standing at the door, with a soul of raging war 
 And your heart is looking for an answer. 
 You try to step outside, but you’re locked down

I remember February 2013, warm winter that year blood on my jeans
Sleeping outside part time no heat with a torn up shirt and an internal bleed,
cll

cold outside and we been ducking the heat
Hit the trap up everyday because we stuck in the streets
Record this
Single mother with four kids
Trade in food

Our little boy Johnny grew up, nearly a man when in times of war he did some really mean things
Outside the window rain is pouring down, on the wall

make it through the holidays
I see it in your heavy eyes
It sure is getting cold outside

Julia, we're not like them
We swore we'd never be like them
So

To make sure I'm heard, I spell it out for them Or to top shell fast for the wars And make sure you watch, see that's what she pours Or to soak city bottles

along

It's a constant war between head and heart
Make the plans but fail to start
I'm sick of ruminating
Contemplating
All these endings
But god
Every

in a different zone
I ain't gonna lie I been deep inside my mind
Tryna figure this shit out but I been feeling out of time
I got my brodies by my side