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So when I draw down I'm gone need at least 3
Been in that field since I was jhit
Running thru that bitch no shoulder pads or no cleats
Knock out his

Park.
I Said It Twice T-Town Thats My Record Label.
But John Got A Customize On My Pool Tabel.
We Pulled Up A Half Hours Minus Six Nigga.
Thats 24's For U

agreement
Werent expecting this on our anniversary evening
Pack your bags be gone by the weekend
Hot buuuurning cant stop guuurning
Narhhh fam I am fcking

already prayed
Girl by side
She already slayed
You measuring up
I'm already weighed
You waiting for checks
I'm already paid
Wake up on a daily
Count my

dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus

The blind leading the blind
While we all try to hide
Our fucking true nature
Thruth is
They only see us by our misbehaviour
Theyre the ones that take your

listen to his voice
Devour me when they shower me with the baddest spot
I need a breather give me space just like an astronaut
You kindergarten I'm Harvard

under street cool dudes
Like the best out no need to say names if I
Can shout all the rest out (Nah)
Too many real to be left out
Fendi three-button just

(Kmakehitz)
(Damn D Aitch is you fucking with this)
Aye
(No Kap Entertainment)
Look
Dope fiends banging at my door I won't answer
Unk need some hard

stayin' with your mama need to get your paper up

Runnin' threw these bands, did it by hand I got a paper cut
Heard your nigga broke but wanna beef, boy,

another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim

Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for

look back tell him we gat a lot to share (we gat lot to Share)
Ama gee all by myself I don't need no friends
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't

Pacing
Tryna replace em
Fuck it face it
Maybe I’m Jason
This anger I’m chasing
Craving even
Need it to
Face the demon
In the mirror
Terror
Every time I

(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh

Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang,

something man
Don't get fooled by the pretty boy looks
Known as the scrapologist knock you with the right hook
Looks are deceiving only got one reason
If you

betrayed by all my closest homies I swear to God they can lay in a ditch
Pass da shovel, lemme bury Dem quick, pour out a fifth, make a toast to these

These Colours Don't Run

Conflict

Deploying All Means Necessary! [SOS]

1993

And keep in silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew
By promoting political deaths they

the scripture 
John Cena; can't see me. I'm the sight to your stigmatism 
I hate your isms. N***** praying to pictures
Be careful my n*****. Look too long and you

(Yeah, yeah)
Aim it out of the window, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Where yo' trap? I need thе location (Yeah, let's go)
Spend three hundrеd in Jamaica (Yeah, yeah)
We

Let Me Out

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks

of war, writin' rhymes by the score

Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law

As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul

we gave him the blues
And the streets got to talkin', they took LG from me
So when I draw down, I'ma need at least three
Been in that field since I was

she hit my DM yappin'
Meet her in AC, no need to pack
When I'm poppin' tags soon as I land
Said she just hit a lick for like 50 grand
Got damn
Tongue me

everywhere want their country back
If you want me back to where I'm from then bruv I need a map
Or if everyone just gets their shit back then that's bless