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I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it
I'm sick of this flauntin'
From niggas I know for sure ain't got more dough than Cole
Trash
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
murdered in the streets, fine line
Who can learn
Pray for the children (I pray)
I pray for our healing (I pray)
I know you feel it (I know you feel it)
to you
And as days like these
Come and go
I still remember
It's true
And this has got me thinking
It's all because of you
The night is dark
going through some things
He promised the world we living in was an act on abomination
And Demetrius was to blame
I knew you was conflicted by
the road to see a little girleo.
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends,
And every time he passes by, they all invite him in.
He'll clap his
MAC-MAC in a nap sack
Got a mouse trap for them rat-at-ats (yeah)
Right hand on my left wrist
Still whip that good crad da dack (Woo)
In the back of that
And you know I grind so hard
All my friends faded away
I put my money in my cash box
Tryna see a better day
I could have played for the Blue Jays
starin' at the skyline through some technicolor eyes
I see the rooftops with their colors none are ever the same
And I got many colors in me you
[Incomprehensible]
One thing they don't tell you about the blues
When you got 'em
You keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom
There ain't no end at least
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n'
at the last auction too scarred for a bandage
Deep down still know that I'm popping Shit just hard to manage
Got it out the mud Like the ditch at ya grannies
I
I, I didn't cry
Those sunny days never pass you by
California and the good, good life, I loved it so
But like you too I get the blues
And now I say
on a balcony
Lyin' in a bloody pool
I expected so much more from a loving
A loving, loving society
A truthful explanation, you know what
I got another, another
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I've got a story for you guys
(It's a good one)
This one is about someone in particular
(I'm ready)
He's got a bachelor's degree in
here
Reefers and vino, rest cures, religion and pills, and I'm here
Been called a 'Pinko', commie tool, got through it stinko by my pool
I should've
won't you hear me,
While I play for you
Sometimes it's hot
Then again it's blue
My soul just seems to wander,
Pleasing each and everyone
It's
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
confused
The term snitch
Revolutionaries use
When the government got the hood rhymin the blues
That's the term when the whole town lose
See something you
meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said, "baby, I still love you"
Sometimes there's nothin' left to do
Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on
Babe,
play I'll be a shooting star (Brrrr)
Slipped in Gucci wearing True Religion still might sue the store (Dripping)
Wan the one they rooting for, wonder why
strap it with numbers
All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up
Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance
Rookie Gs
We pray, asking for forgiveness for our sinful ways
With mind, body, spirit and faith
We pray
Amen
Yeah, you like that right? I wrote it myself
spot you was made for
Yeah, I made more
Front of the grill, got a racehorse
California Crayola red
Glow In The Dark like a 'Ye tour
Fuck niggas
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