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a bungee
You diss me on a Monday tryna down him by Sunday
Feeling like rozay im co signing gunplay
It's mix up like Bombay
So this bine ain't got one name
I

When we go through the night and rejoice in the morning just like tananana
we shine so bright and now they'll be talking just like tananana
i say for

inside I'm feeling numb
I really do repent for living life by the gun
Giving thanks because you sent your only begotten son
To pay for the all the sins

road runnin'
Fight Night in Vegas sittin' ring-side
Got the bows coming for the one seven
Drug zonin' in the seventeen five
Get them blue jeans for

the field play it right
Stay away from rats snakes and the parasites
Blessed up all day like I pray at night
They tried to ride the wave so hot its changing

Then we go haunt the night, broke and abandoned (broke and abandoned)
All I can say is thank Macy for thrift (thank God)
Some live to splurge all that

Diaz
Got a question, what's your plan for the night
Tell me what your name is
Can I learn your language
Cause they way you speak is getting me hype
West

myself remain in weakness since it's what I am
But I've been saved by Christ from being damned
Cause if I'm just weak
Is it my responsibility?
I give

team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team

Verse 2

96 I heard track 
2 dope boys in a cadalliac 
By big boy and three stacks
They

The days go by and I let them
God's Got Me
God's Got Me
(Amen!)
It all gets better right?
I agree
But I'm tired of all this damned misery
I'm telling you

on the trigger
Words like bullets blast the brain
Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass in a bar room brawl
Lay myself like a big jack rat
Limp and lazy

(Hey ho)
(They'll go)
Nowhere now today
(Hey Ho)
(Words spoke)
In time's kissed goodbye
A beat to rip
A verse to spit
A track to mix
This is sick

give me stitches
Online hard but real life bitches
He a rat damn thanks to him his home boys now on ditches
Damn
You bitches some snitches
Snitches they

then hit by the car 
Jump out get close and personal
Don't fuck with rats 
But I grip two swords like Raph' from the Ninja Turtles

Double tap, then

in my thoughts like a bird that never sings
The brain is like a cage with ideas for wings
Weighed down by the crap society brings to the face

Kicking it clean
All black g star Jeans
Whipping that mean machine
It's a win win for the team
I'm on that get it I got it
I'm on that work till I

ruff pages of me life 
the hustling and the grind 
staying up all night
(these are the ruff pages
ruff pages of me life
the ups and the down

Can't forget the time when sapa Chock me
Now we thank God for life
We keep grinding cause we still want More Money
Hustle get rich and never lack my

then they get big mad
Free the bros, they had got booked for playin' the cards that they was dealt
I'm from where we put in our shirts and stand

We're going through it
And we still have so much more to conquer
Before we're not only seen as equals
But treated as such
And thank you for listening

Machine
I created a huge engine
No push button start
There's screwdrivers in my ignition
So, whapah, whapah
Who wanna race for the pinks?
I could lose all

lives to feel even
Niggas is livin' a way a life for real reasons
"Inna field" sending souls day n night and they still grieving
Ya feel me it kills me

we were all in sync but
Years later, I felt I lost my core mission
I was just rapping for these rich kids
Like the night before Christmas
No love

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