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Cold world something like my Bud Light
Chillin smoking 'rilla nigga call this shit the NugLife
Reefer keep me company on long nights
Benz truck in all

weak as shit
Half these niggas need to quit
I quit videos hate I had to see this shit
Skirt shirts tight pants 
Nothing but Somizi shit
But I ain't doing

now and forever more been inspired by an outlaw
I thank my queen i thank my kids i thank my squad
And i fuck the world then ill get some more man
I

things come?
Probably flee to Israel and wait for the Arabs' attack
As if they ever had any plans for holding back from genociding and breaking every soul

livin no stress
Back in the day i was making momma cry
Made some mistakes but i held my head high
I had to realize tryin to get by
Sometimes it feel

But once that goes away
I'll start to feel like a stray
Cat in the alley way
Whole world revolving around you with no place to stay
Months go by, now

time for the enemy
I'm too busy cooking this melody
I don't got time to play
I'm slowly paving my way
I'm taking life day by day
I know one day they'

a fur
My brother died alone
They all ran
They wasn’t there
When my momma had cancer
They prayed death
That wasn’t fair
I’m protected by Christ
Ain’t

of that phantom. 
Would've put the fucking world on a mantel. 
For my boo shit it was you that ease the stress and all the mess that I'd  handle. 
I could

parents never had to deal with
But we both know you're smart enough to navigate this crazy world 
You define who you are, no one does that for you
I love

Not the kind to get by
We just living to die
Praying my family survive
Want my mother alive
When I have little ones
Why we livin to die
Are we living

Lullaby

Gerry Cinnamon

Erratic Cinematic

2017

TVs while some local newscaster 
Tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes
As if that's the way it's supposed to be!

thrifting
Oh you thought this shit was good sweetie now I'm getting risky
Cross you out the world like an emblem on a chevy
Like I'm queen celibate none

of having your world surrounding by me
Controlling your mind little boy i call it hide and seek
Got the strings controlling your mind even Stevie wonder can

what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want

Whats this world 
That we live in
Is it all endin
Apocalyptic days  
Haze in the sky
Not clouds
Thats smoke in my eye
Not the kind to get by
We just

his future wife by the name of Freeda
They had four kids and parted for the same reasons
Again sports had the goat too often leaving
He played his last

Shit, I'm doing bad and I know it
And y'all niggas is laughing and joking
Don't ask why I wrote this
And if you bastards approachin
Hell nah, you couldn't

trifling ass behavior
And don't tell people yo dreams, this world is full of haters
Hey, hello, hello?
Bitch, I'll call you bacc later
And stop playing on my

(priceless)
And get a pass and take you past
The limits that you ever had
And when I leave this seed you'll see that only God can come from to that

Power

'm staying)
I feel like raging, yeah (uh, look, uh)

Everybody in the world knows one of my bros
They in the jail or in the NFL, cons and pros
I get

the world
With only one beat one mic one verse
I was born to be different I'm an outlier
Young boy walking amongst lions
I'm unstoppable Coz yunno I am

all
I've been writin' eulogies
R.i.p, r.i.p
I've been writin' eulogies
I'm from the shadow of death
The reaper down by my side
They think I lost all my

at ya neck
With my niggas on deck I'm talking no disrespect
Niggas steppin' up in ya face man whats next
Talking crazy now a mother fucker upset
I had got