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with they parents
Having young teens risk they life running errands
They catching gun charges and letting kids have it
I couldn't stand by and see my
i'll be set up for the rest of my life
Just want to give the best to my kids and my wife
Now all that's good and great and yea, I would love it
But
hope you give those who never had money
I mean...what's good money..what's bad money?
Trapping not filing taxes or driving taxi for cab money?
Watching
Stacking up all the bread and I got a good amount
Bitch it's Clay Raw in the street
Get a nigga knocked off tell my boys be discreet
And It's Clay raw mgm
June 16th, 1971
Mama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back
My first words was, "Thug for
And there's kids out playing ball
No overthinking
Just easy living
I think I'm feeling something good for once
My dad is home
So I'm not alone
And I don't need
We look good together but I'm better on my own (own)
Baby why you shy? We ain't kids bitch we grown (Fuck)
You could check up on me but that's it
life taught her
No unnecessary BS, good convo and got her
Kids all grown, not lookin' for step-fathers
I'm a milf-hunter, but when she cougar, that's
looking for me now
They want to place there guard
Gotta talk slow just
To make them fucking understand
Like an uzi drive
By had to do it really fast
George
(make sure)
You in the club, make sure you get your niggas in
Pussy was good, so she might just get hit again (aye)
Benefits
They come around me for
said that he would let em in
Questioned by The Testament's stand in for Letterman
He said 'what'd you learn from those who sent you here'
They said
Act like you forgot about it, let some months go by
Let everything just simmer down
And just when them niggas think you let that shit go
Slide
on time but time ain't a thing
So I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, by a string
Cause either I'm forgotten in my death and I die for good
Maybe that's
Yes you know me, it's AK
Your name will be mayday
Y'all deal with deuces like Ray-Ray
All y'all kids to me baby
Baby you looking good I may say
Fuck
the voice of the people, let it rumble dogg
For the racists, crooked cops, crooked cases
The mountain top lands and the cold water glaciers
Good gracious, I
to sleep
Real niggas do real things
Get by by any means
Live and will die for a dream
Build and provide with the team
Abide by the code when alone
When you
Yeah, I pull up weed scented
Blowin' trees all in it
Look, it's still all good if you
Ain't seen me in a minute
West coast livin', west coast women
changed for good this time
I just can't handle this, I'm just so scared of it
A challenge fit for a man when I'm just a kid
I'm all torn at the seams,
changed for good this time
I just can't handle this, I'm just so scared of it
A challenge fit for a man when I'm just a kid
I'm all torn at the seams,
grew up to be perfect (far from it)
But every time I start to make a slip
I can see Daddy reaching for the good book
And hear those prayers roll from
been a runner
Make the pussy hum call him hummer
Had three kids by the same baby mama
Had to block her cause She kept calling my number
Pull up
to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
And I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak
to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
And I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak
of beats
Grown people, used to say - "what"?
Grown people, used to say - "what"?
.. wrong with that kid making that strange noise
It was like, for all
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