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feeling like I can't die
Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)
And I'm chasing it (OR) am I facing it
(NIGGA) No past I'm erasing it
I'm an addict got

Looking back on the good old days?
Well, this young gun says caution pays

Young guns having some fun
Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run
Wise guys

And as the goggle-wearing
Center on the
River Edge Rebels

And he was pretty good

And those two fuckers
Were starting a band

And they didn't tell me
But they were testing

Sets Go Up

Juvenile

Reality Check

2006

and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack

Some work and slave for all of their days 
And they'll do anything whatever it pays 
Some of us search and we find other ways 
Me, I turned

around, they gon' turn me to the old me
Nigga that copy the flow, owe me
How you drinking up lean with no codeine

(Offset, Takeoff) I do whatever I

I tell by ya look think I’m crazy
Pun attend we got bigger problems lately 
Mmh
We got goals getting hard to pursue 
Can can’t focus on shit I gotta

tried to entomb me
In their visions of where man's gone
Well, I'll tell you what, he's out on Highway One

I roamed the Eastern city
Hungry and all gritty

ain't gang
He ain't my homie he a snake
Done with playing flipping cans
I'm bout to turn this shit my way
I had no grandpa or no grandma
So these stories

the way through Nashville and Atlanta! (Oh!)
Do I send a postcard over pigeon back to grandpa? (Oh!)
Tell him everything is beautiful in Tampa?
In Tampa

on us
Couple bitches that was tryna cop
A dents on us
Spanish love me coz im say im good
I fuck around im in the fuckin hood
Everyday im in a different

tell your demons good riddance
Then let the world know you defeated the villain
Take a trip to Madrid Camavinga the vision
Bellingham when I'm balling

stay way from busters
And my cuzzie the lookout might hide in your bushes he tell me it’s clear
I say thank you good looking
Ya ting caught my eye so

to the PM
Like baby that's the old me
Tell me if you see him

I'ma seize the day
That's the carpe to the diem
So far out in the ocean
I can't even check my

ain't heard about

Switching back to us my whole
Squad got a blunt now
Don't ask me for nothing I tell a
Hating fool to figure it out
Now a days I see

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

went out seperate ways 
I want the best for you still since the old days 
I got love for you still ain't no hate 
But I guess time's just gon tell me

you a pass, you can pay me
But I'm too rich now, so all that money you can save it
So get down on the pavement
Hangin' with Nas, tell your homies how

gon smoke

Ooh I got your girl on me like a lotion
Up to no good only bad ones in my section 
All bark an no bit these niggas ain't bout that action

gown, gets drowned out by my med sound
Loud, TED talks on the iPad
Old search says Bang Bros., my bad
Good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities
Aphrodites,

can pretend that's right

She told me all about her favourite music and her tastes
And all those things that you know 'bout a good friend
So I don't

Stay ready wit my hands high though
I’m ready for that good life yo
I been on the mans mind
He took me as he planned and beat the devil by

Thankfully I made to the spot
Me and my boys saying that was crazy then cremate some pot (That shit was crazy)
Another day of life by the beach
Why would I

Bottega on me, forever a slime
They waiting on me I Richard the time

Why do you promise me you gone stand by my and I feel it's April fool
Please dont tell