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I'd rather excel catch you top of the summer
She call me daddy
But I'm not her father
So I can't afford to give no b**** my time
These n***** b******

Uh let me preach my nigga 
Say we made it from the bottom 
Ain't a reach my nigga 
Could've been laid out in the 
Streets my nigga 
Or locked up no

threat
Call me Lor Scoota yeah say I'm up next
Music got tatted on my neck
Spit in her face but I mean all respect
Huh yeah mean all respect
I'll keep

I can
See I was thinking like a kid but I progressed to a man
I had a lot of boys me around until I molded them into some mans
And ain't no living

And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a
Last call spill with a
Backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace

But I'm backin' in, tryna get him gone, how the fuck you gon' do me wrong
I don't even care, I been grown, ridin' around in a foreign car cold
But it

want no Creases
Never wanna hear the feds got him paddy Wagon back to the precinct better than half these rappers

Them boys ain't half decent
Don't ask

money don’t grow on trees 
Explain the bank branch 
B Boy deposits 
The checks be making me break dance 
Lisa lisa turtlewax in these streets
Young Samuel

green all of it I gotta burn
Staying on top of ya head like a hair perm
Look, I'm just writing rhymes and twisting up
Bet against me boy you should be

they call it big choppa


Never leave a child behind, yo that's common sense
Til they crying home alone like where my momma went
Growing up by yourself

surrounded by thunkies (Flunk)
If you ain't me, I don't trust ya (Nah)
You only got one time to show your True Colors
Sucker Free for the Dummies
All I got is

Mason died, Nardski died too (Rest in peace)
I listened to my to music
My spirit lead me through
My brothers in the clutch (Thomas Boys)
And bound by

got me blushing make we wanna hide my face
When I'm with you I get a feeling I don't wanna lose
Oceanside view like we just getting off the cruise
What

That's where I was bred
Where They always doubt the intellect
Where you don't receive, They send collect
Did your call connect
Did you wear your vest
Why

noticed
More than a musician
You can call me a poet
Think to deep
I just feel
Poor emotions yea that's real
Over think my goals
When I'm getting close

property[00:21.17]Wont let it slide shoot this dude from the back[00:22.61]I aint a fed I dont call no police[00:24.49]Sneaking inside you trespassing[00:25.70]Cant figure

the instrumental played and the Devil
Spit somethin' that went like this

'Bout to burn 'em, no Hiroshima
Y'all don't want that smoke
Call it emphysema
So you really

BLESSED WITH THE BEST TABHI FLEX KARE SICKNESS

Give a fist of fury like the boy bruce lee
If you tryna kick it, baby ain’t no thing
She callin me

Luiz, absolutely foul
Don't piss me off pussyhole sit down
'Cause I went Deptford Green I got Chinese man that will drive by
Your favorite restaurant

it
Deep either Shallow I'm ready swallow call me whale
Cause I be leading this niggaz follow
God-damn it
Rappers and Numbers we up in this shiiitt

boys, I grew a bigger heart, huh
We don't do drive-bys
We walk em' down, nigga, so we can look em' in his eyes
It's one thing I can never forget about

Let’s travel to Panama
All of the boys they be starin' again
Ain’t got a clue on where me and you been
I’m easy to like, but I’m hard to be loved
Just

Runnin' this funnel this I'm bringing it back
You making fun of me, nigga that wack
Don't get attached nigga relax
I'm makin' moves and you hate it

collectin' dust that's where you should've been
But I was blinded by the fakin' shoulda known that you wasn't in with me
I'm disappointed in the fact I let you