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women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you
touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head,
Don't want to face reality
So lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit
But I'm down on my knees
Its
niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
Reminiscing times
When trust was real
Now everyone is a piece of shit
Without hesitation
The bastard demons
Take control of the weak
Corrupting
over
My body
My soul
My little piece of self control
I'll be lying by the phone
Asking why you got to go
And when you left
That shit forever stays in my
things get mixed up like an antidote
Take control of your body and soul
And swipe it all for miracles
And even if your mind's confused
Then this is what
pop shit back for what they owe me and it's my shit
Hot shit, you cannot control me, I'm a mosh pit
Got this, they try to lock me out but I'm
your bed
And next your life is snatched
Tank full of petro
Bank full of paesos
Pull on my tour bus
Bonus on a payroll
Feel like I be killin' it
And everything is kinda really awesome,
But feels just like a fucking piece of shit!
The further hour weather is so foggy
and in the mist i spot some vague
the wave
You make me feel like I'm the only one that's in control
You make me proud that you say that you don't want me to change
Otherwise it would feel
quietness
Cause when I speak up, trust me you'll be riding this
Grab you by the neck 'cause you told me that you like that shit
Can she give you more? That's
of their lessons
I called this shit years ago guess y'all did not receive the message
You slept on me and I crept in your mind just like I projected
I'm
(Dramatic nigga)
Let's just compare the rap game to the jungle
When we come through (17)
I'm poundin' on my chest like King Kong (ayy, ayy,
back
Cause I'll be rich by thirty
In my head I have to combat
It's all part of the journey
I got you dancing dirty
Dirty talking come and feel the spice
focus on nothin but what we used to be and it's just like.. I miss us, I miss the Things we used to do. Without you I feel like there's just a piece
and it appears
Always with sex on it's mind
I can't control it but I know
That this shit can't be right
I love to hit don't be fooled
I go to sleep every
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
these hoes
I'm outta control, everywhere like I'm home
So unexpected for all of these hoes
Living my life then, making my songs
Making my moves then,
I'll bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex
These days are getting harder by the weekend
Man where's the help that I am seeking?
I'm
And had nine lives but ended up on his back
And then the reaper came and took control of your mind
And you can't think you got a hole in your mind
You
Keep your quality up in the sky
There is a hole on Broadway, no control, it's in my way
I feel no goal. Where is my soul?
I got no reset for this game
Sitting on top of this nothing inside
I feel what it's like to be true
This glass is half full of this shit that I've filled
But I leave the rest up
in this shit, we want all the fuckin' money man
We get all the money, independent where it's at man
I'ma tell y'all independents like this
If you
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