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Walk around smelling like a nigga sold bout 4 bowls
Fat bnb I'm with the guys
And bout 5 or 6 hoes
Don't look at tags when I'm shopping

I just pick up

of negative energy
I'd rather suffer alone I have impeccable dignity
Kinetic energy connecting the sympathy from my alter ego but I cannot show myself empathy

Kick in the door blaring 4:44 all you heard was: Kiran don't gas me no more

I'm strolling with the sound off, that's how it's meant to be
Just me myself

pony
Cheesy mac ain't never kraft
Can't paint a pic or tell a story
If beats the only Thing that matters
Then wait a minute or four for me
Cause beats md

There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8

back in the end (No, no)
Talkin 'bout tryna make amends yeah
In need to smoke a bowl let myself loose
Pour out a four some expensive ass juice
Drunk

muthafuckin' mind
You must don't know, bitch I'm the kind

(Man it's cold)
It's cold as the Swiss Alps
People get on me, than homie I switch routes
Mac Dre

are rats
Fake friends turn snake
Now Iv made it they mad



Hey ain’t got this like I have
Got plugs in my palm no iMac
Manna turn snake cos they didn’t

the creek
Searching for help
Said fuck the police
They talking shit
Can't catch it by the peace
Wanna live my life
Man I wanna live in peace
Thinking it twice

war
And I'm fighting for a higher cause
Kings blood, tainted by some dark liquor
Arroyo Road dawn with some Glocks nigga
Olde English in my goblet
4

done by myself, now the problem solved
Told my youngn  wen we
move, we sliding on feet
Two pistols, sixty shots, we too deep

That's thirty shots apiece,

know bout my pain
The hoes I was seein were thunder the drama dark clouds full of rain
Keyboard my life
I be pressin for space

I cook by myself
Only me

at her house not her man's crib/ I said bet so we pulling up/ it was Halloween night we 4 deep but these dudes is tough/ me cl grinch and Mac/ already high

four
Can't shut myself off to the swings I swore
Never turn on me, I'd never close that door
A few street lights, a stop sign away
Scream for help

on the right, yeah
I don't get caught by the lights, nah
I'm like a thief in the night, uh
I got it by my side
On the right
Yeah, I got no time
I'm with my

on losing myself, yeah i said
"I love you" but I don't love no one else
Ha, I'm blowing that thrax, bae
You can tell by the way it smell
When I die, I'm going

Warning

Remedy

The World According to RZA

2003

of life
Anythin but that mean you don't give a fuck about your's
Until ya door's kicked in by Mac-eleven machine men
Army green men but not the ones

swin with the fishes for spittin that hook
He ain't livin his rhyme he a crook
I ain't fuckin with bitches I'm tryin get rich
Hit that lick by myself he

can't see where yo' waist
But where yo' wrist at?
He ain't seen his ho in a minute
Where his bitch at? I came by myself the
Barbecue a nigga kickback
I

he a bitch
I caught him by myself and smacked him with the stick
You playing with me, you don't know what happened to the last one
Upped the score

made 15 G's
Not bad without a college degree
I'm only 19 pro skatin' was the dream
Sponsored by Mugillikuty
Tryna make a name for myself put food up

next bar don't
Think I'm talkin bout sleep
I know man behind four brick walls
That do not get no sleeve
The boidem are onto us like I
Done a flow from

So, I'm tellin' you, I was just in Portland
Like, I drove
Four hours to get back, I don't, I don't know
How long it really was, but 15 minutes later

Mistah F.A.b. And my ho wearin' Dwayne Wiggins
I roll by myself, no feds
I told a bitch, "Watch your Studio Ton
It's just Everett & Jones and Chuy