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trying to figure out if you feel me too
We could hit the streets we could pull a move
We could watch a movie we could cool it too
I ain't hard to please

And they tell me all these stories
And in every outcome I found success from my journey
Only way I'm giving up is by leaving in a gurney

Thought the clouds

you mortified
Where your shit from I imported mine
Built to last like it was fortified
But don't get it twisted
Nigga got hit by the ghost Yashua caught

paved
And the heirlooms come around

You wanna be my friend then
Tell me why your face descends
When I go by and you pretend
That we're all happy now

But

Speaking directly
To the Boys in Blue
Whatchya really afraid of
Let's hear the truth
You afraid of The KKK that's in ya crew
Thought he was a good

a brand new day
Got a brand new wish
Got a brand new glock
With a brand new stick
I'm street and I'm sweet so momma tell me where I'm sposed to go
Get low

putting pain on songs I feel ok

Heart get colder by minute feel my body getting weak
Chris had died I started sinning I ain't just how to grief
Brodie

since I made "Alive"
No more waking up man and asking why
Living my truth so there's no more lies
Thought I was good
But I'm
I'm clouded in judgement, I'm

They gentrifying the block
How the fuck I hate my own when I'm really knowing the ops
Tell them niggas stop
I'm trynna run up a mill
Rappers get

What I'd tell young Simba if we could get upon a call
Learn to pick yourself up every time that you fall
Ain't no stone left unturned when you give it

niggas talking to dam much can't even spit the truth
I been out here in these streets for a long time
Since South of the James on halifax was called Halcun

had Ice missing
RIP Clifton

BIH Mr Ballard

Wait til I hear THAT 
Recited by Khaled

Perfect Pusha's

Missed the Malice
Pockets loaded
 & quote me 
So

On the street,
Listenin’ to your favorite song

Where to go
Don’t look back
And go straight on

I move on
To a different place
That I don’t know
Baby

The Streets don't play dying by the gun

a toothpick
The masqueraders are passing out
Party favors and
Playing games that appeal to
Our darker nature
Like William Tell with a loaded Glock
If you're not

truth that they spoke

Heard it before, yeah we reap what we sow
Hang you to dry, leave you out in the cold
Got you held by the strings that they pull

never lose
Sentiments I have better views in a better mood
Made out from the streets people tell me to get a room
That's what Miami do come spend

Islam came to refine our culture just like it did yours
We were meant to embrace it, not to ignore it
Some of us have a humor we use to tell

you want to say
Tell the truth
And shame the motherfucking devil

Bam!
The target of poverty by the white devil
Because I wasn't testing at my reading

wanted honor more
Say you went and got the most
Everybody like mine, mine, mine
Walkin' round in circles watching
Time fly by
KMF, 'til I die, die, die,

on a loose sleeve
Profusely, the youth need
To follow where the truth leads
I’ve walked the wild side with Lou Reed
With demons pitchin' pills for dirt cheap

the stage, Casanova!
Your character got so milked
They would sell you at Korova
On the streets I was a tragedy, and yes
I paid for it but the real horrorshow's

address out (pssh)
Lord, you know the streets crazy, how you dropped the ball?
When you know niggas keep a target on these rappers now? (Baow, baow, baow)

on a date?
Is someone gonna tell him that that's really not okay?

What the fuck yooo
Walking through these streets thinking my own shadow is my enemy
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