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Someone called the cops on the payphone
Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me
Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me
Forget
I got some goals in my head and that mean something (it really do)
Now can't you see I'm meant for this shit
I got twenty bands plus but it don't mean
the whole feel of self in a second
And buss at the toppings man naa the top fiends
Blew like 20 on this top green and it's all me so it's on me
Can't let
with skills that are clever
But I escape by wandering from this world to the next
A hero in every story-with the video games I trek
I don't drink
addition listen close to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
With the route to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring
called torture
Go
Believe in my dreams
Then maybe my soul will be affected
By the word that's "redeemed"
I met this man who taught me fortune
For his body
couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
the set
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm
ta, it goes somethin' like this
By any means necessary I'm gettin' my grits
Here's a little somethin' by the man
He's always schemin' up a plan
of aluminum behind him
When he transverse third, the families turn nervous
The following is a transcript of man vs. vermin
Here we go
Man stands out by
East-side Longbeach City thing
Get it man, rich rollin' 20's gang
Yeah we getting gritty man
(Soopafly) if I'mma choose: ya'll lose
We just fucking up your
figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin' thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
This shit right here is called
The Return Of Malcolm
Don't take it too personal listen close
I feel like I'm at the height
Of my jump while y'all
20vs30 For its cap blessed re dose who re rugged in mind nd not in face for ruggedity is not after who u re but how admitted 2 sail ur ship
Aro for its
Wednesday the twenty-seventh
And I'm supposed be dropping this shit in two days man
I was like na, no way
They just told me
But I was like, man
Imma just cut
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain't gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed
Then my life in that man hands, while he just decidin
Niggaz bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
Runnin ain't in my protocol
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Man you ain't you'se a rat a cooperator
We got an oozi with a
Ladder called the whoopinater
And got a 50 it it
My man getting busy with it
And he be
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