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me
I got a hundred thousand bitches tryna neck me
I can't just have you, baby girl I want your bestie
And then I switch you both out by the next week

a man wearing a suit
A girl with no boots
A king with no crown
They're all down here with me
Waiting for the right place
Will the next step be the one

We've been down this road before
Broken glass and slamming doors
Let the neighbors think we started a world war
Another night of taking our shots

we'd ride our bikes to the town next door
And try to find some girls we never seen before
I remember when I first got some dome
Feeling like a little

to nobody
I be chilling by the side
When the time comes bro I Body
All of your friends they be wondering
Does he belong here or he wondered in
I give a nod

Once upon a time it was two street ni**** strapped up in a four door caddy we was smokin on cali/Bout to go scoop lil sis and she got a bad bitch

There is this girl I see
She lives next door to me
So much style and so much class
I'm sure that I'm the last
Guy she wants to see
But, I think that

I had a dream
And I thought I could leave
Make it work
And leave behind a nuclear lie
The pain of being a local boy
The girl next door

a fuck about none of ya gold 

And ya mans getting hit w the chrome 



 Niggas bark 
Like a bitch 
I’m not wittit 
Hit a lick by myself 


Taking ya jewlz

(Ooh ooh ohh, ahaa mmmhmmm) (yeah)

I told moms its okay u could go with the Lord. She died the next day she couldn’t take it no more.

I didnt cry

Staring out the window at the man next-door
Doing everything he can do to endure
There's confusion all over his face
Guess he kind of feels he's

no one to love
 im Strangled by an inner fear

That interferes, if it isnt clear,I think i need a shove
Need to find someone to hug but

anxietys

Because the night belongs to lovers
And the day to losers – you used to say
Tiptoeing your way to the main door while
The innocent young Mercedes was

confess 
Guess I ain’t get to that time 
Who knows it could be coming next 
The one girls looked over 
The one that got cold shoulder 
The one nigga tried

rang, I opened
the door, and this little girl started to sell her flowers
Although I was clearly not interested, she kept on talking,
getting irritated

like a letter from the pen
This mindstate behind bars we locked up
On kitchen tables our next meal get chopped up
Then pop up on avenues in vestibules

cost me
Of getting that phone call at two in the morning
Crying that somebody died
Can't you tell by the look on my eyes
That I'm scared
Scared to give

I rap, but I'm not cool tho
I played the back. only got two modes
One is to make it, by any means
Next get enough, to bring my team
The pack has

born out the womb wit blood type G
And my life like movie scenes, written and directed by Spike Lee
Snakes trying to my cop style, guaranteed they could

got room to run and Prance
Twenty acres to be exact
Eighty acres next door state land
Way off the road on top of a hill
So quiet you could hear a kill

on next door
By now I've quit keeping score
Oh, I wonder who's right
I wish I was who you think I am
But I'm not, don't you understand
But I'm not, don't

fucked up 
Like takumbo he trinna get his bucks up 
Don't be judging that book by its cover
That boy funny I call him Chris tucker 
Watch yo girl blow my

day long 
Yeah we wrote about 100 songs 
While Brodie sold it out the door though 
Swear we can never really go wrong 
Bitch I'm trying to go on tour

the majority
Has got a fetish for minorities
But right now my number one priority
Is to cop these Jordans
And I'm not conforming
Man they're by Sonora
That's