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whoever stop testin us, gotta problem with gang get ya cheddar up
Trappin in some Balmain rockin Ethika, its forever Trill Loc who ahead of us?
I be chillin

her down
In a voice too loud under sweat caked brows, if we play our parts it'll all work out
Some men speak of a black eyed beast, in the shape

in place
Nothing wrong with wantin' to be rich
And not work, shit
I know people who do just that
Say it's worth it
Been all around the world
Blowing

the movement
Niggas know we in the kitchen
You can smell it brewing
Got the power like I'm 50
LME the unit
Now let's get into it!
I feel like my brother James
We

it's not a curse
I be learning by the lesson, I ain't worried bout the work man
I ain't worried bout the work man
I ain't worried bout the work man
Know

said she wasn’t ready
Just had a breakup, men are trash, y’all dudes keep fucking with me
Dated girls who swore by Rupi Kaur, and ones who hated her

Without missteps
Can't scrape on by
That don't mean
Stick with the same old guy
That means
Give it a try
That means
Keep livin your life
He could be hell

men I can't wait 
No time I will tell it to your face 
Open up your eyes 
Everyday na same thing

The government no do us right 
But the citizens no wan

pose, Expensive clothes, Outshine the next gal 

The gal a work it to Riddim and the groove 
She dancing over now, What you gonna do?
Me try fi play it

one jay z
I won't be late like swae lee
These bullets penetrating
Anybody who hating
Cuz I don't do debating
You not it you just lazy
Two for him two

having a friend who can write a song about you her makes up for it
Because this is Viveca weather song who totally lives up when the weather was warm

Why

love, always hated on
Nobody wanna die just tryna' make it home
Shot by a cop and all you had was a cell phone
Somebody gotta pray for him
Open up a door

Don't even wunna take it slow
Who's the don now baby where your pants go
I know alot of people who wunna tell me how to live my life yea
But see none

disappear when I touch its skin
I can’t live without it
My friends try intervening but I find a way around it
They say I need help but they don’t know

Might have been the best decision 
The only healthy way to go about our lives 
Now we are distant and spread in different locations 

For a cause we are

write this letter for you
Letter for you
I wrote this letter for you
This letter for you
But I can never send it
No no

Dear B you the last ima pen to
For

quick, and with the
Lyrical shit, standing the
Critical hits can be the end it'll be
Wrapped up in seconds
No competitors, everyone else replicas
I'm

yourself

You've been found, you don't gotta live in this hell, no
This hell is not for you
You can come through and be okay with yourself now, yeah
I don't

Eat that
That what they tell us, we act
Like monkeys, we can't react
Cause cops gon blow our top back
Make it so hard to be black
Make it so hard

I Don't Get Tired

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

I was trying to get it how I live
I want them dead presidents
I wanna pull up, head spent
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs I don't get tired
(And

gotta wait for something
Crossing over lanes tryna live the fame for nothing
I'll still play the game and I'm not ashamed of it
Circle round my name with

we just work alone
I turned my music off cause I was tired she told me turn it on
Sticks and stones may break your bones but she say I hurt her bones

And yea I should've seen the signs by my first quote
Before you sign, you'll be blind if you've been broke
And true I've seen better times cause I'm getting

in a box
Hopefully in bigger space by that this shit drops
In the meantime I make it work with what I got, uh

Done meeting people halfway who won’t do