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on what matters
Like the Black Lives, people are getting murdered
Either by the same skin colour and that’s the worst of it
Then it’s by the ones who fear

gonna be there by your side
Touch you from your neck to your toes
I set you down to the floor
Scream out my name We can blow off the rooftop
Nobody comes

Mula grew steady, ain't no time for rushing

Out for the throne, I'm proceeding with caution (Coda!)

killing it, feeling it, living it while you just

cause he won't see his child
Thinking bout the times we really had and it make me frown
I'm not too good at goodbyes
That's why I pray to the sky
My momma

a backup plan
Gotta get to a mil anyway I can
Best believe I am
Know some bitches that been tryna fuck
I’m too busy
She gone get it in with my bruhs
I’m

we played by the den
In the kitchen and with one of your kin
You said you asked God for someone like me
But you still left, how can it be
Is your dream

my players in the streets who keep they dust on the double
We rock the same colors every time we step out
You might as well face the fact my whole crew

somebody son
Spent a advance on a car, so we can tell that he on
He just turned a body into a whip, decepticon
They see it working out for him, that's

you hunted huh
I keep it a hunnid huh
We can sweep it under rug
I see you're upset
Squabble with the enemy
It's fuckin with my energy and now you know

we
Can’t turn the tube on and see you on, then
We’ll know that you on, it’s on you
The time for excuses is too gone"
I feel em I suppose
But the real

His work but it's finished
I'm screaming out Jesus I never been timid
I'm hopping out cars pointing people to God, I ain't hopping out cars tryn fish

Get My Gun

D12

D12 World

2004

shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it
All because I wanted to see

rocks, got glocks (glocks)
Grammy isn't dusty 'cause I still ain't took it out the box
I keep a big whip like Indiana Jones (woo!)
And big sized rims what

in that fresh air cause I spit out that fire flow
Hand lifted to God cause ain't nobody higher though
They judge a book by its cover now they think

to the studio and
Say some shit that make a bitch
Ride the dick crazy
Every time I touch them racks
I say a prayer like it's a plate
Because when It come to money

With my own lyrical flow
I'm out of control
Nowadays, it ain't the same
Already know, music keep on changing
My mind still arranging
For me, ain't easy

bows a piece
When it's beef, I'm on your ass, you don't get no peace
I just fucked this little bitch raw, now my dick can't sleep

Better stop begging me

won't have to
Call it clout some have their Doubts but I know that it will all work
Out my girl so fine I could never pull out always gotta look down

They kept it a secret for a
Reason, revenge all summer sixteen, Huh?
Black lives matter
But we keep it moving till we
Die by someone other than us
So

Every time I feel like I'm gone end
Blade up to my neck, I'm feelin' reckless
Too turned of illegal substance
Rotting my brain by the second
Powder

magic beans
And I planted my own seed
Now it's time that we succeed
Then we gon have a feast
I'm on your ass assassin's creed
I be talking all that shit

a Rarity
To be genuine is genocide 
Catch feels then it's dinner time
That means you gon get ate alive
And spit out til you ain't alive
Just maybe on the day

moves
Can't remove this truth because it offend you
We doing it grimy, doing the dirt digging in mines until we shining
Until the day that we dying,

a flame that I sparked, now I can't put it out
I pray to God I'm begging that he would save me
Nah I ain't perfect I embrace the flaws they helping to shape