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breathe, gotta run, gotta hide
From what we need
Like a fire that burns in my heart
Like a siren screaming in the dark
Like the blood that's pounding

for me being flawed
Ever line hit you hard like a pound of blow
I live fast my fist on the clutch chasing a little bit of heaven that i just can touch
c

blood on the whip
Make sure that you loving them hits
And yea i'm loving them hips
Tonight haters the angriest 
Throwing shots miss me like llenaous

a new state of mind

If not, then stay in line

Slow and steady take your time


My Natives, we on the rise

You salty like gravy on fries

I'm dropping

wanna work 'cause they make
More P's in the kitchen trap line's ringing
Hope they will get out one day, God willing
Stuck in the ras clot system (Free

this music
like it's property 160 in the school, but my the red line
New Gen 5, I fuck around, make headlines Miley in my cup, I mix the alcohol
Tell

LIKE KOBE! 
Unh
I am as good as it gets

Put in the work
Blood and the sweat
Stuck out my neck
For the respect

Bitch I won't ever relevant
Oh

envy and pain

Yeah
And these days the same
Cause Niggas out here disappearing like they David Blaine
They outta line
And we on the rise
We aligned

sent my line, you take too long to call, then never mind
Eatin' in these streets, but not with me, you ain't no friend of mine (ugh)
We was six deep

trap
Soldier my other line (Damn)
I'm in the streets, nigga, it's no rules
It's not no guidelines (That's on my mama)
Really wanna make me grab that

engine sends the scent of rendered flesh out from the flue
On this service, we'll be serving something rather more unnerving
Chugga-chugging on blood

stepped in here
Shoutout my brother Two Cellphones even though he keep about like three
Don't worry about that fourth line, that shit don't get shot down

might not be a second time
Petrified as the pressure rise like the petrol price
I'm the next in line like Bin Laden's fifty second wife
Step inside

ON THE LINE    MIGHT JUST BE A SIGN

HEY WAIT  WHAT'S THE RUSH   DON'T YOU SEE I THINK THAT YOU'RE THE MAN                               
BUT DON'T YOU WORRY

to find you and be graced by your help
I think I know it all until I find that I know nothing
I walk the lines that you've defined and know each step

Here our soldiers stand
From all around the world
Waiting in a line
To hear the battle cry
All are gathered here
Victory is near
The sound will

the biggest Lil homie you’ll get but I move like an OG you know I’m with the shits 

Sambo
Big blood you know a nigga clean with the shit 
All they bodies on my

Deep Sea Diver

Angel Haze

Dirty Gold

2013

of you
I shouldn't have straddled the lines crossed too
And now I've been searching but can't find you
Hence me being lost since you're the one I'm

on their wrists and
They ain’t finna stop
She finna drip blood to get to the top
I’m spillin’ his blood like I’m spillin’ this
Wock’, she spilled all my

line, feelin' it
Never put the super soldier serum in the blood
Or the lean in the cup, and I'm still out killin' it (killin' it)
This the thing man, I

stay evolvin, but grown bitter
On your grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga...

[Crooked I:]
I don't write I kill a pen leak his blood

she so black. You actin' like your
mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.
Who ever stepped on a lines, yo'

it and sip
Nigga, ride 'round with the crips
We got blood niggas down for the shit
I'm choppin' a spliff
Nigga finessing the twist, I got fetti

Just how wide is the line?
For me to bottle all this pain
Is just deciding on dyin
So that's urgency I have 
When I'm writing a rhyme
every fiber inside