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survive
The struggle real gutter
Where you get sent out to fight
By your own mother
Time to lace up your shoes
And go an touch something
Ain't no real love

Of England, blown across her ghostly wall:
And that same morning officers and men
Levied a kindly tax upon themselves,
Pitying the lonely man, and gave him it:

is waiting for me
But say wait a minute
Ill always remember to smoke one down in STB
Think it's cool to judge me
By the shoes that I wear
I look unto

hands
Catch you getting off of work then I'll put you in a van
Tie you up in rope, have you screaming for your man
But bitch they can't hear you, down by

bad, yeah
Champagne in ya glass, yeah
Shake that ass, yeah
Put the money in the bag, yeah
Give me cash, yeah
We getting more lit by the glass, yeah
Hope

stacking up racks
I'm avoiding da tax
Double texting me back
Tell your girl to relax
I'll pick you up soon
She wan chill in my room
Not trying to be her

That’s a strikeout
Shawty said she need a man to do the job right
Got her throwing ass counter-clockwise, aye
I knew what the vibe was when we locked eyes

for some female shoes, man I need more jewels
Girl I said drop out those niggas, you don't need those fools
They ain't winners, they lose
Half

me to my stool
She had dark, brown hair woven by sages
Her dress as shiny as the biggest stage is
Suddenly, I can't turn back
Man, you should have seen

make you stamped
These cold floors threw  these amps
Give  body chills to my fans

Got back from vacation
Hair  long skin tan a hundred grams
Brown  sand

Written by Latifa Brown.


Everybody tell me say u was trouble!
Everybody tell me say fi low it and gwaan!
Don’t know what it is but me see supmn

In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more 
Well you know what I say 
Not anymore 
I may be only one man 
But I'm a man

In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more 
Well you know what I say 
Not anymore 
I may be only one man 
But I'm a man

Runnin' all these laps on his own without top shoes
Show up every day no surprise I outmatch
Don't hate the game, hate the player, hah
You don't wanna see

on record, you can run it back, all facts
Man quit playin' with me
I'm risin' up, so you better wisen up
Ain't by accident, this all by design
All for the sake

step on the scene
Ya old man lose
Fuck a hating hoe
You ain't got shit to prove
And u back it up
But watch my shoes

Uhhh
Don't let me down
Ain't like ya

the rules of the house 
cin't no shoes in the house
Stash in amounts
Straps in the pouch
Stacks in the couch (yeea, uh)

I got them VVS my necklace
I put your

couldn't shake this feeling I was missing things
I was tempted by the people around me
All my peers had a blunt or a bottle in hand
The only lighthouse when

boy, I'm in too deep
Boy, I'm tryna get down on the opps, man, I like to creep
You live by the gun, you die by the if you in the street
This shit that I

their grudges
I was under the assumption no more fakes would hit my line, but they kept comin
So I lace my shoes and I start runnin
Mom I'm goin

a mile in my shoes no insole
I could show you how to play the game no console
send your best man at me
just make sure he's coming crafty
and make sure he

lowkey v12 vroom breaking tricks in rooms trying to head overseas port coming soon smoked a zip by 11 re up by noon got the love for the Bay man shout out

Sitting on a beach at the end of '07
Saw him walking down the shoreline my idea of heaven
Turned to my friend, said 'see that man? I'm gone get him'

as the violence that the summer produce
That make us grow up so fast and got us running from youth
James Brown found the boots of a man that was hung by a noose