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were worn in
Stuck me in the stockroom at night I'd be performing 
To a walkman plotting how soon we'd all be touring 
Waiting to get fired this would be

homie rotten in a cell
And no other way to hell fuck
Burning in the motherfuking cell Fuck
Let me just get it I need my bail fuck
Fucked by a system

computed
Life's value diluted
Myopic, their vision
Tunnel with no light at the end
Sew and reap the division
Of their family and friends
Driven apart by

flamingo
That sixty-forty-five inside
I start then I let the nozzle rocks
The realest
They left the scene and they was horrified
White tag, white bag with

with a cast on my nether regions
Grin on my face for very obvious reasons
I ain't the kind of guy to let no girl down
I end up resurrecting, getting

the end
And I played baseball but I never pitched right
Walked 4-5 people, lose by ‘least five
Played all the sports that my mom put me in
I was never

me man I just want to steer it
I can’t trust nobody I rock by myself and that’s because these niggas is weird
If you ain’t bout no pape then you can’t

files
Got these phony's actin childish like a class of juveniles
Christiano Ronaldo by the way that I'm kickin' it
Giuiliano Amato I ain't runnin' I'm

restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, smokin herb
Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo,

Playground!
D-E-V-I-L-Z 

Phone Call
OB: Hello
Devilz: Dammit oddball 
OB: What happened?
Devilz: they cuffed me up!
OB: Where you at?!
Devilz: I only get this

and fragility of human life
Let the boundless opportunity guided by our own creativity
Our vision blinding, the green,
The origami reminds us that cash rules

the outer things surroundin' me, I'll probably be fine
Reality seeps in the cracks in my brain
I'd rather be seekin' to master my game
Than to be in bed alone

bout to take my chain I let my weapon spray
Treat him like a peon cause I know he ain't gone step my way
Aye
I'm bout to fuck it up I got a 40 tucked

to have desire
We have to have something that pushes us. Fear pushes us
See the bar at the end of the street there? Get a shot of that

I live on the top

lefty
And I can't get caught by the jakes
So I told D9, "Turn left on the junction"
And I just bunned 35 of the bouncy bud
Now my head can't function
Like

a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees

Written by: Gideon Kweku Essah (Eon Gid)

it Ozzy, Drix I'm the medicine
Not invited, now you want let us in
I was up late nights, David letterman
Was at the end of the table, I can phone

help
An end to a soul
I'm stuck in the past cause I fucked up my future
So I might just take them
But it will not let me finish these songs
Till I admit

a dream
Sipping D'Uss at a party with Drake
Shit, I wasn't invited, but fuck it, I'm great
I feel like I'm Waka in 2008
Fuck all that waiting, let's do it

yeah, I know (I know)
We all used to run from the Five-O (we did)
Before Headie One's days it was heads out
Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (facts)

trouble come, we just dump
And leave your slum before you can get to the trunk
End up in the trunk
So bump
Forty-five
Fuck it
The million
I bust it
Cause

(Verse)

Everybody asks me questions. Imma answer in a second. 
Let me take a breath. I’m breathless. Feeling that it’s endless. 
Nobody wants me

One Life to Live

Lifer's Group

Living Proof

the G, so I kept a low pro
So I was determined not to end up with a tag on my toe
Then word got around, I was scared and went underground
Bull(sshhhh..)

black magic rum by the handle
Visions of golden flowers on the boat
8 rings 8 hopes
Posted up like the Pope
Smoking clouds from the toke
Party hard like