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Every story has an end
I just have one request about this record in particular
The two of you have to take a page out of my book
I'm on empty, my

me better know that you a safe, be by myself I don’t need no help, they know how I rocking, they was mad I was moving bricks, so that made me a target,

a whip you know it go zip
Shawty keep calling my phone catching a fit
Ima be right there in a minute Bussing her ass in that Fendi
This is that life that

my minds always racing
She hit my phone like we dated
Fueled by my passion and hatred
We up the smoke get you wasted

Pack hit the chest like a kick

Why you talk about guns
Cause I like to
A brutal homicide is
Something I might do
Like I fucking said hoe
7 times bitch
Pistol whipped, uh
You gon

lifted
Leo told me never fold like some T R U religions
So ima do it different
Still raised by the street
Ima gutta boy
Pops gangsta so he taught me how

the smoke
All green, aint no sticks or no seeds poppin
Going thru the motions
Scrolling thru beats
As I'm scrolling thru my phone for options
This is my space

fuchsia features
Can't refuse the fact that I just do this
But I'm bluesin' while I'm boozin'
And this shit come two-by-two
I'm Confucius with confusion

whip, tell me how I look
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me

legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale

Keep On

Z-Ro

I'm Still Living

2006

Niggaz-niggaz, hated by mo' bitch ass niggaz
Took a fall, got arrested then you bitches got bold
What you thought I wasn't coming back, to bomb on you hoes
I

because I’m balling 
Like they favorite team 
Went and got back my bag up 
Pick up every time dat phone ring 
Better not say the wrong thing 
This pistol it

the digits
Got phone calls flocking 
Like I'm bread to a pigeon
Car start knocking when i gave this beat a listen Then my car caught fire 
Johnny blaze through

nobody teach us 
We just had these pistols that's all that we needed
When I was down on my last leg you left me bleeding 
So when I see you ain't no wassup

the number 
cnswer the phone and be like this who dis
Fans fiening for a song sorry for the wait 
That's how you know a nigga been boomin' 
OBM takin over

the compressor
Two phones in my pockets, I’m feeling like Kevin
I’m grinding like 24/7
When n***** be hating, don’t mind them
Keys to my whip I can’t find them
Had

keep a pistol cuz I
Can't be a statistic

Two Perc, yeah tomorrow our visit
Ride with your bros
Want smoke with the gang then
Fuck it let's get it
When

ain't never needed help
These forty bullets smack you hard, I named my pistol daddy's belt
Hit that button by her stomach and watch lil shawty start

the phone spooked
He ain't want nothing to do
Cause I make these niggas panic Thee M-A-C-C
Im known to give your girl dick with two C's
In the pussy I'm Bruce

and you left me so jaded. Gracious never love by your cadence. 
Impatience in hopes of one day I’ll be smelling your fragrance. 
I gave you my everything

Bitch call my phone that shit light up like a flashlight
Boutta go somewhere she keep telling me
To act right pack light cuz we move in secret
Like

hit that bitch in the sunlight 
She just wanna have sex on the phone line 
She foreign so that damn bill too high 

Wastin all my time I be chillin in

friends say
Never do what others do
I stay making them boss moves
Live life like I wanna choose
Wanna hate well that's on you
I flip racks make it times two

a pistol
They aim at ya head
And it guided like missiles
My pen to the pad
Calls for early dismissal
I talk to myself
And I say to myself
That if I was