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you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause

the first time
Got me feeling like I got a cursed mind
Now I have to pretty much purge lines
Pulling up all out of my dirt
I'm looking at the clock and it's

Remember was smoking them blunts by lake now we fly out the state look how far I done came
Them niggas played in my face they need me to be great so it's

and they be thinkin they can change my fate
But they dead wrong I am truly very sorry mate
Cause my mind is made
Ima rap to get paid
And there ain't nothin

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

to change a thing
Album two is coming 
I'm not even 17
People don't flex when I pull-up 
Cause you know I got means 
Tried to hit a lick 
So imma hit em with

tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat

the gist
He dissed on the 4th and was gone by the 5th
Tried to be fancy got pressed at ruth khris
This ain't no fishbowl nigga this dark tints
It's me nd

trying to breathe
I speak with fiery speech
I am besieged by liars
Trying to be what I am
But I am unique
Maybe it's finally time that I leave
And find

And that’s me lonely all in a room
With no one around to talk to, no
I wish on the album I had more to say
Nobody cares bout words anymore today
Oh shit it’s

Yeah
This should be like the double track on the Lp
Watch it actually be though by accident
Yeah lockdown lockdown
Aye, lockdown lockdown hidden

the photos
And I don't really like how
I'm treated by these people, Uh
Feel like Walter White
Shave my head and I go evil
Don't look up, don't look down
I just

overseas, illegal import
Wanna speak my mind and wanna settle scores

Got a tone similar to bored
And fuck stealing bars do you think I'm a fraud?

Got

Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven

(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one

found a different Way
I refused to be the same and for radio I had to pay for plays
Threw album party and sold that Bitch out
Got a billboard with my face

lord! He's so good! Who is this kid?"
In their playlists, my songs are the linchpins
They all beg for my album for Christmas, uh
Yeah my beats are

the wind (limbo with the wind)
Clear my mind out, need a tea break, I've been burning out again (burning out again)
Mama said, "Keep an eye out, no, not

I was there
I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses
in

started comparing me to Mr. kill the Jews
What does it do to a mind
To be left alive
And equated to the worst fuckin guy
To ever conceivably be alive
Well

heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand

that you love me
They told me love was beautiful
So why I feel so ugly when I introspect
Memories I recollect are tainted
By the jaded frame of mind I

provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these

that was me
And when I was there I didn't think the world wanted me having dreams
I tried to sleep
I locked the door
To lie at peace
But I was seen
By

again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib