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ask god everyday, can we get the mils
i be grinding all the time, till my body kills
baby mama full of games, like how u even sleep
aint ever had my back, plus you rat so peace
a lot of darkness in my heart, it will never fall apart
when the bankrolls long, be my time to depart
death aint want me, angels on my back
so they push me head first now im grinding up the tracks
it starts with the drama, gon' end with the drama
gon' when i bomb em, dont pretend u aint want em'
ill defend for the comma, stab your friend for my commas
that blade leave ya slaid if things get hot like sauna
things change in a minute, with the gangs out of prison
cops got ya name, want ya whole days finish
you can slang with the hay, hang while you visit
at the whale wall, throwing bread to the pigeons

police dont wanna see me, on the ball
just a beast, dont wanna see me, on the ball
rest in peace, caught slippin, on the ball
enemies gettin' shot, on the call (x2)


you just hate cuz youre broke, these blades aint no joke
no way ya mane stayin' unscathed from the smoke
you can play and get choked, bear my fangs if i'm poked
carry a whole lot of anger from the days of slangin' dope
i rage when provoked, i'm caging up ya folks
catch a shotgun blast in the ass from the locs
gauge from the scope, grade of the slope
grenade gon' bang where ya hang wit ya hoe

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Submitted by: arrick_f on September 10, 2019