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her down, I never
And this time when we hit record they gon' stand in line
Hang my mind, they think I ain't changed in the summertime
He got span

a favour By doing they jobs
If you fail to tip them bitches at the
End then it's war
Back to the story
One of the ladies on duty
Was talking so hard on her

Hit you on the ankle like a skateboard 

I ain't saying you lack, and I want you back 
And I wanna get our whole lives on track, but I can't 

And that

Your blessing, my prison

Subordinate roles, let me take a little stroll
To the town central square and read a daily scroll
War torn path, the king with

dope
Hero in the story
Not for fame or glory
Just a war of words a soldier and it's mandatory
Focus on the mission listen cause it's gettin gory
Pickin

You are a cynic and
Your limit is imminent
The image is vivid in
This prison you live in and
Knock the wicked down like the wicket in cricket
Or like

How, how do you face Chiraq? How?
Where's my brother? How?
Bitch, we've been to war
I can't even talk that Chicago shit
I don't know nothin'

it isn’t
But I don’t hate ‘cha
Humans have battered Her, meaning Nature
And World War I I I, now before it happens
I hope you like a diet of potatoes

I sold bits, I sold raw
Press a brick, never fraud
Hit and miss, bet I score
Why he mad? He ain't sure

I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits

the moonlight
Come to my town you dead by midnight
Gotta get it how you live
Hustlin gotta pay bills
First of the month 
No food for the kids
Ski mask duct tape I

(Confidence)

You can't F with us no more

(Courage)

We so rugged and so raw

(Self reliance)

Now we back in this S.O.B

(By the grace of God)

plus Eins ist?

Boom Bang Tschak Bang, ab in die Top 10
Durch und durch dope so wie Profi-Radrenn'
Wer war nie weg, nur fort wie'n Mustang?
Lässt

couldn't agree
Out rap niggas I wanna know
In 0-16 I was hoping and dreaming to blow for my pockets creaming
The shit I'm screaming gon' hit the note
I'm

they don't so fuck you respect

Im just tryna get some money
Niggas acting like it's funny
Till I treat em like a dummy
Roll up hit em wit the hunnet

feeling like I'm Messi when I'm kicking shit
Killing every song , going hard , y'all just dropping shit
Might just need a RICO how 2Live just be dropping

and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz

right on by while you decide to move complacent
I sea to change the tides, whatever side the moon is facing
Well, shit, water may flow, men get ice, road

trust
And homie we can go to war if you say you tough (blah)
I seen people hit the floor for not sayin' much (blah)
I told my mama and my sister I'ma stay

security, drift by the day
Mercedes, drone on, crack Clem, for the first verse
Currently, well, finna get your own switch, cause you're live
But shut up,

Bagged and trashed 
Like some old clothes 
And taken to the dumpster 
Circle of life 
That's probably where 
You come from 
Seen plenty like ya
One hit

niggas I see on the daily and I see death in they eyes
And I'm covered by angels I know the devil a lie
And now I'm living for my hood doing the best that

royal army I'm gonna stand and fight

Pour my wars out basins
My gates is filled with live grazes
Live and die for the king
Escaping hells faces

of purple runtz,
700 days away I couldn’t count it by the month,
Bought a yard and now I’m back feeding kittens in the slums,

I just
Moved into da bottom

This, all a part of the show
We die for the glory
Get buried and live through the court, thats all
Niggas send you a dream
Nothing feel better than