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Bruce Chillest

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Several different times we had came from a different handle...
The wind from mid came and blew the flame from the candle...

Holding all this here it makes you anxious for what's happening...
Nobody seen it playing out so many have a handful

Nobody was backing down protect your while trynna get it...
Why while you Holden in pocket it's still actual trynna pick it.

The old school remedies that made us call on the riders
They hearts wore on they sleeves so you become one tryn survive it..

Little things that kept me g wasnt living itl poverish 
Who I'm kidding every cent was incentive for ever dollar..

They grabbed collars to stiffing them... Them boys was barely kin...
Had ruffled and wrestled every minute now they militant.. 

 Still ride around with no means or need for stopping in
So I can die my famous memory ... Maybe they'll copy it..

Tat they little bodies du rag it or wear the stocking cap ..
cccented designer clothes.... Our heritage rocking that

With enough kush clouds over head till they could barely think...
Tell them broads rest on my frame.. untill they bury me...

I could say I'm not here ... cnd walking in these very streets .
But not while my blood running warm... Same taco bell to eat...





Step up to see what your faith had had for you in store... 
I'm sure that you Kno just what's inside  it's that and more

Most us came from a team that only had you cause we rocking
Elevated our statuses from ground level to up to Poppin 

It's gunmen who do protect this earth with hands rap round the pieces...
Then all the rest you boys stay in the church with the preacher's..

Some of y'all get the money it's money out here believe it..
While some got so much money that no handling it or see it 

Watch every word that you say out ya Gibbs it's believe it...
Into existence where they minds process and conceive it...

Nothing is make believe until they may you a believer ..
Told my self the gold Cali coast ain't the Indiana fever...

I see the television selling fallacies of what this life is .
 Some people dreams had em taken now every day they see it 

Balling I left em hanging all my old ways on the shelf..
When you turn 50 you'll have old grays .. can't I adapt

The road to riches give some road rage..  I don't accept...
To live it with such cold...it come back to the self

We tha block 1100 ain't 11 racks... but Its a hundred ... They ask you say I'm 11 back

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