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style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a nigga get when they

drinking
Crooked to the the promises the hate I've been Filling
By promises I would got up between
And y'all are catered
Catered by little at ease and afraid

lo like drop your addy dude

When I say it’s up you know it’s stuck yeah we gon go to war
Bro was talkin’ tough I caught him lacking shot him

plus OCD
I'm home each week
Listen like when my homies speak
Swirl the glass around as I'm watching shows but it's no TV
A projector like it's too low

T had da power, hearing gunshots lickin' by the hour
When Too Short bumped in every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast

(chorus)

Stage fright keeping my stomach in a knot
I ain't never really want to give it all I got
But I got to give it up (Gotta give it up)
Cuz when the going get

bitches be getting way up in hopes (Hope)
But never wanna get out and hustle though
(Nope) and that's when I be
Laughing at you bitches
Knowing that you

to god
I make it out alive
(Aye)
Stacking these Ps
While I'm getting more gs
My homies, lined up
Yeah, rinse n repeat, (rinse n repeat)
Spinning the block

down for free
If she walk up to the spot then you know we finna bang
Got passed around by the homies, now she throwing up the gang
Like I'm doing

never know
Always tell my family I love em and I let it show
Every day it’s smiles and frowns, going through some ups and downs
But when drama invades

hope you knew this when I'm blowed up famous

(Blowed up and famous... blowed up and famous
I hope you knew this, yea I really hope you knew this
I was

copies of me, Simon says:
Hop up off your butt, get on your feet
When you on your feet, start running
Till you catch up to my speed
When you’re close I

I lost my right hand
Now I don't know what to write with
The road to the riches is gritty
I took the night shift
Everybody wanna show love now
I

right by the Louis
Let him know that I’m holding
I ain’t come here for that shit
But we can sho’ get it smoking
Haters come in abundance
When you turn

like a pony
Come and show me that you want me
Feel up on me
Never leave me lonely
And run me that money cause nigga I want it
So you nasty nasty, you

many victims
New slaves up in the system
2020 vision
The kingpin of ambition
I dare these devils to step foot into hell's kitchen
I'm on God's mission

tragic
I never spent a cent for no European fabrics
But when the homies drop clothing you know I gotta have it
And still I got a habit of baggin up a bad

When the answer is in-between,
This the shit that they don't tell you, 
cll the stand up niggas that fell through,
Man I feel you,
I pray you landed

before I fucking die
Got my homies and my lyrics by my side
If you finna hit your lick, man I hope you try
But uh homie, do you see the way I breathe

slippin
Fallen can't get up
So When I'm tripping can you call me when I can't pick up
I had the vision n when I saw it said I can't slip up

This when my testimony kick in
It was summer time
Mid month of August my was 6 months Pregnant
That same night she woke me up
Contraction like pain she

at the strong ass people
I keep by my side
If I cannot go left
Then I'ma go right, right, right
(Right, right, right)
When she sip she want it all
I pray to God

to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by

Smokin' and writin' by myself, these my therapy sessions
No cap, but I don't need to charge. I do my best to live large

I'ma show you how to work it, you