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a shank
You cant walk inside my shoes this type of life ain't for the faint
Im a force Shaquille O'Neal with Devin Booker in the paint

It ain't nothing

thuggin'
That's influenced by the streets
Never love nobody but my heat
East side brothers don't hear me though
They'd rather get shit twisted and gossip

Them bitches say it, but they don't mean it
$10,000 Ride with a couple carbine 15s and
A couple niggas that's far from fed
All them niggas fiendin'

pollinate
Without evening knowing
Now you have means to stay
What I mean to say
Was peace and love and happiness
To everyone o k
Go have ya self a really nice

edible we giving funeral arrangements you better watch what you saying
Watch brissp, watch o, watch cal one of them brought that thang in
I'm tryna fill up

Lil S walking through the door
Better watch out before I put you on the floor
Kickin mad beats
I'm running all these streets
I love my toast with P.B

do that again
And by that I mean end
A sentence with a preposition
I got props for the real hip-hop
Those who pop and lock to
The beat of a boombox

act
Or creap thru the streets with my seats layed back
Or now I'm the versatile tile
They keep it to my now, my made style is runnin wild
I run with

thought she could jump off like that now
O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down
Everybody want to have the crown
Every breath you benefit the sin
We

dawg mm mm
So many nights she done cried by my side every bitch is not my type dawg
Wrap the babies, throw a lil pepper, go get the Lysol.
Mac I made it

limousine
What the fuck that even mean? I can shtiiiill hear the screams
Of the mothers cryin' victim as witnesses on the scene
O they daughters led astray by

When we hit the road what next
Dusty yute couldn't fill up their tank help them out by passing a Bullet
Don't try that ouch you're mean in the head

and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!

I don't dream now that I'm

a while tho
Winning in these streets but went to court and loss the trial
Baby momma solid i can trust her down the aisle
Day 1 audios we down to nothing

something nice twice provided by a junkie
For the beats hit repeat when you listen let the streets speak

I got a dark past with a bright future
My dungeon

the block yea I serve a lot get it by all means I deserve a lot cup of lean I swerve a lot
Watch how you talkin to Gutta smoove and Rob da dog bitch
Watch

written, it's been set in stone
Should be married to the streets but I had cold feet
You know me I got other plans
House bigger than my pride
See my mother

Run it up by any means money and power literally
Stuck to the plan stay solid ain't no fidgety
In the streets no industry, cause my soul I pray to keep

changed it, rearranged it to a street game form
I write a rhyme, anger feedin 'em
every show you see me in
deep in M.O.B., 'cause ain't no folks

Yeah, when I look in the mirror
All I see is a boy whose raps just keep
Interfering with his life and the ideas he is leading
I'm the G.O.A.T, you

West Coast, Beast Oakland, home of the A's
Place the O before the G, my chin got grays
I was here before it filled up with hipsters
Drinkin' PBR

the hoe in off white
Sipping codeine but a nigga got no sprite
Feel like rae sremmurd cause a nigga got no type
Fuck a nigga bitch on a jet man I just might

you lackin in the street my nigga
You gone lose yo soul
And no I didn't mean to fuck yo girl
I hit her on the low
She keep on callin me and textin me
Yo

a savage not your avarage local grown up in the streets
I'm that nigga with the means to flush yo ashes down the sink 
Call the pastor cuz the fire that I