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(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir,

can't even find my feet
Everyone sees potential but you're the only one blind to it
I crawl to keep it moving, I see time fly by me
I don't want to end up

all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she

There's no justice, it's just us
Watching your back, it be a must
There are no words that can
Express how I feel even though I act crazy
Go in

(How y'all feel out there?)
CEDES set the ting
Yeah
Huh
Lil Icy flow
Be seeing demons but you see the glow
Like
I see you peaking, but you're all

I'm a criminal 
To be fair I look like a rapper now
Cause I rap proud they wanna pat me down
Ahh
I swear I'm too old for that
Years flown by like a ufo

to accommodate cause light ain't fair;
Girls learning their worth by their like amounts cause pops ain't there;
To tell them that they're beautiful where I'm from

Play your position or get the
Fuck out the kitchen
Take what's yours or keep wishing my mama'll
Tell you I don't listen in addition, there's
A price

I don't get mad if I'm the one you're sleeping on
My burner hot, I let my desert get it's eagle on
And since I rap, it's only right I put my people

out by the night
In the morning, everything felt out of sight
They ain't have ambition, so I had to catch a flight
They so negative, they see the world

my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear

Let me tell you why you're here (I don't know)
You're here because you know something
What you know you can't explain
But you feel it (It's

I'll murder the beat but it's murdering me
Setting the oven 350 degrees
Eating the dough right out of the freeze
Hand in the cookie jar caught by

there wouldn't be no pageant
Wouldn't miss America, ex-pat it
No next gadget, start up patent
Ads get smart, it's target practice
Our demographics

of story didn't take it to the Major league 
Feel like I let them down 
People who had faith in me Opportunities pass Me by 
Couldn't wait to leave
Hot

sitting here crazy
Or are you driving me there
Am I yo ms daisy
Then we probably won't pair
To be honest I'm scared
I've been vulnerable here
I feel like

my heart was set up was
It didn't know the difference between truth and assumptions
There's something
That's steady tryna limit my function
It might be

great 
Try what I try, theres a lot on the plate 
Bye, bye, bye 
N Sync I'm me 
Nice try lil bitch, no shame gg 
This shit too fire, say Pat OP
Kid grew

Some are lost, some are gone, some are just talkin on, some are all older lookin like Pat Summerall, some are boss, some are frost,
Some are logs like

Real Or Fake

Z-Ro

Meth

2011

the boulevard, banging Fat Pat
You looking at an American gangsta in the flesh
Broke bread with true G's, and fronted a few ki's
Moved out to Cali, graduated

M. Bison

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

different
Now I'm out of state, I'm out of shape
Freed up chilling, grilling by the lake
On the line with Juice's major cake
Flatbush niggas on the paper

of growth, your pen is not even near adolescence.
Standing toe to toe with me marks the end of your existence.
Godly with this sh*t but I'm consumed by

where i sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with

Super Friends

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

really know how
And the super friends better look the fuck out
All my Super friends where you at? 
Brian, Phil, Jay, Pat
None of you really ever had my