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overcame
All white, fed, colored like cocaine
We're all red, shoo-woo to the blood gang

Trigger won't hesitate to let that gun bang
It's a damn shame if you

thicker than water but they ain't bled
So how would they know? I'm trying to learn while I grow
I'm too busy chasing bands to be chasing a hoe
So please

, is all you see with me ,My day ones, day ones, only thing that's real

My day ones, day ones, all count on me , My day ones, day ones, fishing for

Let me get my pants up
Now I got my bands up
I just met that bitch and we fucking on a benz truck
Now I'm getting money I'ma pull up on a lamb truck

Came home untouched and the oop seen us
Been thru blood, sweat, and tears I had to clean up
I only leave to house if I gotta re up
No Ian in the mix

the pool side
Hope you quit playing that sick game called family
Don't ever call me your blood if you ain't down with me
I understand blue bands
Ion ever

Niggas stinking like an onion
Need my cash no discussion
Pull up on blood niggas runnin
You bought some new Louis
I bought that loud pack
Put three bands

have
We aim straight, we don't hit knee caps (bop)
I ain't ever been stabbed by a opp in my life
Let me recap, such lies, I can't believe that
Must

Fear of detention, that kid both in tandem
I couldn't stand him
I bled his nose, put his ass on the bench
In the fourth grade, I broke quite a few shins

their lame, deluded choir
I shall draw first blood, I thought, and break free of fate's cage
So, I reached into the band's tip jar and saw their eyes glow

learn what it take to build a band
You gonna learn real soon who really your friends
Brick by brick I'm in the masonry empire shit
Hard to see

on em real plans wit that real bands
Pop out to the country got my ray bands
Pop out to the club I flex wit Gucci lens
I think I rather post up in

see what real niggas by a
Show of hands
Manipulate your soldiers
Made them violent for a band
You don't really love them
Had them wildin' for a band
But

sent it away
I need moe money just cus of my face
She stay on her knees but she ion even pray
Gas everywhere aint no way to escape
Surrounded by real n

creeped up on him and we made a scene
I ain't no blood, but, we made that nigga bleed
I was broke, now I'm up, now I gotta feed the team
Pull up on that

to tell
If imma be judged it wont be by twelve bitch it'll be heaven or hell
Hoe this how we live you get it you give it's real no red or blue pill
Bitch

didn't want the joke to end
I didn't want that joke to end
Rainbow rubber band, rusty razor blade, traveling mercy
Feeling blood get thicker, Bo Jackson

niggas carrying sticks nigga keep that bitch
Niggas disappearing in the ville fake zans get ya kilt
Smoking tree expensive shit smoke my weed by the zip

A band for the organs before the casket drop,
and a candid recording of both the rappers shot. 
Tactical forces that hope the cameras watch as
masses

well, let me name a few
Was runnin' with the wrong crowd, young, dumb, mad loud
Time passed me by when I was sittin' on that green mile
Fightin'

Long hair by it I'm using all the rubber bands
Nje get how I'm sacking bands 

Come right with the grind
Snot right with the slimes
Tall take how I'm

I’m from a place where real is real
(Okay, we about to be out of here)
I’m just tryna breathe
(Talib Kweli, Killer Mike)
I’m from a place hustler’s

some caffeine
And the 'Narrow stairs' album by the band
Death Cab for Cutie
I fear that eventually, someone will shoot me
A loop of that scene from

out knife
How you rat and still in jail? You lost your stripes
Down bad, a max pad that boy must need
Plant seeds to build G's and real life P's
My