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flames
Done fried half my brain
Not much remains
It's hard to maintain while feeling Such disdain for these things that I Need serenity to change, yeah

Shoulders been feeling like boulders
It's time that I shake up and ease up the load
I live by the code so I'm gonna sell
But know that my soul will not be

a flower held on by the root
Faded out till the water fills it
I'm half full, I'm glowing, I'm in bloom
So I write his name to pass the time
I stop living

a future saints have a past
EA sports its in the game n you don’t know the half
And I kinda like that
But lets not distract from the fact
That you gotta

on why 

Nigga be hating
Like we don't all got limitations 
Like anybody really likes isolation
Smoking blunts by yourself 
That's no vacation 

Just pass

want the power
Niggaz sweet
I'm feeling sour
Rain shots this is not a shower
Need a half give me bout a hour
Go hard you can't ignore it
Want mines
I'm

pace factoring the gasp after we pass finish
I'm the type to throw the game in the last inning
Just to show you I brag different

Just to show you It all

and responsibility
You can't make it better like the stages of grief

Why ya idolizing gangbangers, violence, and hoes
As if you want your babies living on the tips

name everytime I pass by
Yeah the ladies love me cuz the evil in my eyes
And the 805 show no love to shit
But get down when you bounce, rock, skate

pass
True they don't grind
But they always want half
I'm losing my mind
But i'm gaining those facts
The truth will come out one day
The truth will come

Gang! Down real official and pure das how we give it up
Drop niggas wassup...wassup? wassup? DROP!
Down real official and pure das how we give it up

Awww Man
Its like when you be walking pass and shxt
I just be feeling the vibe and shxt
Like when we lock eyes and shxt like
I cant really tell you

cried
It's hard to describe
Harder with time
Half of the sagas we started to write
The dramas we harbour like cards in a line
Until we move past them

Shit Is Real

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1999

they rapid self 
Pass them suckels 
I flip a Tech wit a muffle 
Greet the flex wit my muscle 
The Luniz 
Doin' they thing-ama-jig 
An it must sell.

somehow I still depend on it
I can barely afford to eat
Fuck I look like
Spending money on some shit I don't need
Man that's what half of you do
But I've

the night
I barely get sleep, my karma owe me much drama
Men are sheep, I sold three last summer
A black back ain't exact until it got stripes
Beat that

but dammit
It's difficult to fix an issue if you don't have it
Back to this man who sits now in a six by six cell
Every minute he spends thinking is 60

and you could snap
Though every day you just fall in line and act
Like it’s all fine
But you’re tortured by the fact
You hate your job
You wanna walk out

bitch you’re the worst you know what you did you’re cursed dumpin’ innocent bodies by the hearse back then would’ve probably got it worse fuck it I might

boxing n bangin at my oldest cousin spot
We pressing play jus send the drop
It's getting old but they can't stop
Cut em in half
His bodies chopped

good on that post but
Ain't lived half the life (Ha ha)
Let me see that pic again
I don't think that you snapped it right
(Nah) three dots for

your sadness and tap your feet

So we'd sing sing for our supper 
And pass the hat around 
Oh, baby don't you leave me
Don't leave me now 
I was lonely

a grower connect it like Motorola 
Sneaking bud to Paris think I won't roll up
Emergency half ounce stuffed up in my lint roller
Ten 4 wassup invest spend

Seasons change and I'm feeling strange
I'm stuck with pain I don't know how to explain
Months pass by in seconds, am I alive
I want to breathe good