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my pace
My generation rushing life
It's not a fucking race
Then when the rock bottom
Hit you in the open face
You try to blame the world
When its

won't make it by with a 9-5
You gotta be quiet 
Fighting these secret wars
I play Checkers 
When I want to check ya
I play chest 
When I want to play ya

DTB Testing the microphone
It heartbroken how niggas phonies
If you ever need me call my phone
Even Heart breaking bitches acting Broken
Life Hit me

A lot of niggas ain't gone make it out
If money ain't involved
I ain't hanging' out
Thru my life I was supposed to been gone
But I guess God sent them

Clock be ticking so witchu I got to take my time
We can weather through whatever I ain't one to shrine
Life was hard, you got lemons I had to deal with

Life’s a Bitch and her ass is nice

I got nine life’s to roll the dice

Assassinate my character can’t kill my light

Present Polaroids in other words

socks (Louis socks)
Make moves like (big boss) (yeah), big ball player Chris Bosh, slam dunk, half court shots, big house - enormous
Bad girls they love

on kinetics
I don't need it all but shit I wanna be comfortable
Like if I wanna go to Dubai it'll be nothing to Bad bitch one plus nine by my side and she

used to steal out the store
I'm talm bout them days a nigga was hiding in ditches
Trying to get away from them piggy's
Constantly getting hit by switch's

bout that life(ain't doin shit)

I fuck with real killas,  fuck with real niggas , fuck real dealers , yeah I really get Into it with these streets( cant

calm, let me move like Rahmadan
Speak one word then you're gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs
Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers
It's death by

status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas

(out there)
(out there) Out there
(out there)

Listen
When I was young
My papa told me to move on strong
Now that I am listen to Ver
Number 9 Charlie

Started nigga pay me
Ok we bouta switch this shit up To another level
Im either wit glock 40 or 9 Baretta
My nigga it dont really matter You can get whoever

of promoters who never lend an ear by chance
Spit a rhyme, they get spooked I might steal they fans
Throwing shots at MC's with unfound weakness
But are there

destined, a young veteran
Got the chory for ya, don't forget the moves that I taught you boys
Not to mention all the ckool shit that I bought you boys
I been

these hens
On the keyboard BBM
Changed my life
And it had to end
Year 9 or maybe 10

And I come from a era when Man say gyal look choong
Hot spice, she

the bank I'd end up dead
So I just kicked down the door, ignored the plan
Don't
Freeze up when you pointing that gun
I grab the teller by the suit like give

what's mine and shine 
대학졸업하고 now I'm paid from a grind of 9-5
근대 난 95천억을 벌어야해 
내모든것을 바쳐야되
내가능성에 걸어야돼
내음악으로 새로운 길을 찾아야되
So I designed a new life 내 눈빚을 한번

spread my wings on the streets and be free
So im sprinting jumping fences
Making moves 
I aint got nothing to lose 
Running from a life sentence 
Shit they

die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair

Low life worries
I wish I could be nostalgic
But looking back's obnoxious because i wasted my teen years
And I can't dry these tears and move on cause

Hear the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting alone by the grave
She screams and cries
But something was wrong with
This bitch's eyes
She turned around

the lil pack moving 
B*tch when we f*ck u get Yo shit Nd get out this not where you coolin
Lil money move bitch what's up to it
Down for this shit yea we