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Struggle more than your eyes can see
Just look at my history Middle man like a centerpiece

Feeling LeBron when he left the East All the pressure building

C.

Trigger finger middle finger. Peace sign. Married to the game. East side. Microphone drop in my city c-side. You got sun to say, nick gon let

What made you think that you're playing in this game
What made you think you deserve to win that ring
I was out getting reps in the middle

ass, or my class 
My style was redicioulous,
A lil west, lil east, some dirty and deliriouse from the middle man

Yh i get it, like kurupt young gotti, u

never hear the 4

I’d hang myself if I went deaf, I’ve seen that shit what you call wealth
Fill up double cup, shit never ends one for the east, one for

ON MY WU TANG SHIT BOY GETTIN CREAM

SIPPIN ON MY DRANK POUR ME UP ANOTHER CUP (DAMN)
THROW YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP IF YOU BE TURNIN UP (WOOH)
YEAH IM KINDA

act like you really know me

I'm from a lower-middle class family
Fuck a socio economic hierarchy
GOD created human equally
Or maybe that's a fucking

get cheese
Elbows poking out summer time short sleeves
Acres in the front acres in the back
Keep a pond in the middle make the fish come back
Let me

Cruising in the middle of the day
At night, I'm getting active in a rave
Know I'm tripping off an eighth
Eyeliner sharper than a blade

He was mad, but if I

started bruh
Ice on my chain remind me where i started from
7-17 will always be a part of him
East High baby used to smoke in the bathrooms
Niggas would

the Mississippi river / shivers in the winter

From the middle of the ripples / in the ice that we skate on 
Pray on / with a deep love from the pm to the am

I'm on a hiatus, I'm smokin' on flavors
She on her knees but she ain't thinkin' to save her
Middle finger to the judge and the bailer

You can trust me,

And I'm, always stuck in the middle of the shift
Opening my eyes, a new dimension above the fifth
Praying to the above that this music really is my

gosser les miettes
Pas question, j’veux mon pain à moé
Y’en est pas question

Beast mode, east coast
J'deconstruis ton p'tit monde
C'est bidon c'que tu dis

homie homie, Run homie homie, Run (Run Run)
Run homie homie, Chase your funds (Masambe, Lesss Gooo)
I'm that
Real brother from the East of the South
Where

the homie From Fresh East Coaster
Space player other niggas Playin' poker What can I say It's been a hell of a run
When you playin' like me Sometimes the work

fitted tims on the feet
Don't come up in the ring if you scared of the heat
Still the east coast general with Italy mob ties
Got enough soldiers to cover

quit
Made myself a vowel then now & forever it's you I don' choose put ring in it
The sweeter the sour the greater the huh and I'm in the middle just

don’t cease
She be thinking west when I be thinking east
And don’t give in in the least, got too much friction
Niggas need to spread some grease
It always

started as a Burnside skater
I met Gonz and Phelps when I was only 18 at the Amazon snake run in East Eugene
I'm talkin' bout the editor to Thrasher

splitting dividends
Plug not no middle man
Sweet stuff cinnamon 
She just wanna get a tan
Im trappin out the mini van
This aint no b-side
Hit the freeway link

stained
The only thing I'm banking on is recession, I'm a mystery, I'm a mystery
You were trying to rock the boat, but you'll only see my middle finger wave

about me as a freind
You got me wrapped around your middle finger
You flick me off every time I start to linger
And I don't  want you to walk away from me

back in
I tend to take it too far off the deep end
The East end, grounded I'm rooted
Made my own wave to cruise it, the water fluid it grew it
That's