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life to live and that's that
I keep my lyrics heavily
Packed and cocked back
I'll smash you right in
Your fucking face black
I'm the realest nigga what

I'm in the range like a Land Rover
President like Cleve Grover
Roc-A-Fella like Jay Hova
Split you 2 ways better than Motorola
My money comin in hot

have a home
Their dad was a dead beat that
Spent the money on designer clothes
His favorite was the purple jacket
Cause the buttons were chrome
His

the proceedings
Start by leading, give MCing new meaning
Yo inspire me, bark and spark fire
We start the dark wire then hark! we're harsh liars
Desire to push

I'll just tell them that I did it 
The way Russ did I just did it my way

See I don't need a Russ type beat when you produce like me
When you can sing

cut that I produced deserves peroxide
People tried to bring me down but I got pride
So I keep my head up like I'm tryna catch a pop fly
If Pac cried it

You think id wanna stick around this town
and have to wait for a crackhead to beat my mum down
to get a phone call sayin just bring your money now
by

all this money me and the whole crew elopin
You hangin with da boy like W.E.
Niggas quick to text me threats but they aint comin' to me,
I ain't

people smile
Counting the day to my demise
Staring up at the cloudy rainy skies
What's that thing that people say
Tomorrow is another day

Down by

I don't mess with short girls
Told the homie put the beat in five/eight
But my ex was 5'3"
That is just
That is just
That is just beyond me
Drinking

Texas
(Big Tree 4Real 4Real real real real)
Verse2: I came a long way from writing rhymes in the classroom (That was middle school)
Came along way from

gain.Got a lor shorty, but she only want the money but the bag aint funny only reason that she came.But I know the real from the fake,took time hit

hurt me
They hate me
But wanna be apart of my journey
I got my balance I'm keeping it sturdy
Smoking that gas
Tell 'em kiss my ass, no murphy
Do not

live to see the birth of the kids
Reminisce bout the shit that we did
Sometimes wish you were still by my side
We were living it up we're both chillin

hard for me to fit in
Tryna live the sweet life with two hoes in the Tipton, uh
Runnin’ with no escape, said my registration was late off of workin’ for

you dig Tupac
Girl, I'm on that level
Girl, I shit you not
Got some 2 Live Crew
That should get you hot
She said, what's this you got
All

Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us

Two four I ball like a laker
New team like I play for the pacers
Counting this money im counting this paper
You sneak diss so we lifted ya face up

hell
Those rap videos taught me that we still had a chance to make it
2Pac, Biggie Smalls and Mac Dre on every playlist
School was a distraction from

I'm in a two-seater
Tryna write some hooks to these verses
Can't say I'm trickin' but the way I'm puttin' money in purses
I think she using me
I'm

that only bring lesson
He ain't never gon die
Until he give you the message
Now your thoughts are infested
Is this a curse or a blessing
Over time you

Down

So Basically Ya Bitch Washing Me 

Just Privately 

Gotta Watch cll Views Never Surprised By Who Try Plot On Me 

Quick Draw Bodda Bing

No

braids
Now it's corny niggas and my homie on death row and bitches with they lemonades
But me I'm just not in to hate 
But it's some niggas that wanna see

dogs
S-Y I stay winning
Hussle told y’all Issa marathon
Why yall sprinting?
People asking me what I do for a living?
Making my mind work in ways that