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on them, showing how it’s done at twenty
So run it up baby girl get your Sonic on
Old school girl loves to put some Chronic on
All these girls with their
that
Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come through the hood
They done put a young brother on a tee
And y'all ain't give a fuck about him
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
doing crimes with my brother
Yea yea
I got some brothers that's out in these streets
But they ain't my blood though
13 and we finished with 6
It was what
add 'er all together
I ain't talkin' bout the drug
And you know it's orange juice
If they say a C-plus
If you think I'm a 50 then
You got no sense like
know this world is mine
Ain’t gotta hear it’s all yours
Got my head above water
Still feel I can’t breathe
Got too deep with these streets
I won’t fall
nigga’s is moving shady
That’s crazy
Got y’all thinking D’Young it’s all over
They ain’t know I one of Gods most resilient soldiers
So many years
signed our deal
I was three years young, now I'm five plus some
Write, to the beat of 9th's wonderful drum
Overhung by the snare and the bassline
It's
block ain't no harder, fake baller
[Napoleon]
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
jaw, ribs, and I cough, spit
Watch this
Like Robin Williams, I hang with it
Y'all won't feel it till I make millions
Then I'll raise ceilings and you'll
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
christmases go by, and
All these winters reinforce this
That we're all gonna die, and my life is not important
Blacks dying they say it's us, system corrupt
over now, you better kill me
Yeah I been selling dope to feed my babies
Feel me ain't no way in hell that
I'm a do this yearly so I'm a start it off
By
relax
Think about it
What is will
Question at the tip of my quill
Is it hunting for good through Robin William films
Is it these words I leave you
In
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
told on me
Rumour is these niggas wanna roll on me
They hate my name, caught no body
It’s peak now, the hit mans owed money
Run up in your car like
This is ain't that, I'm not them
These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him
This is more like cocaine all night
Shine like the new five halogen fog
Boy meets World and jerking off to Topanga Lawrence
Like the 14 year old Topanga
Oh this shit like a joke to you?, I don't get it
Nah it ain't like that
the fuck we went wrong
How we let black wall street crumble way down
And with all these billionaires still ain’t built it from the ground
Everybody want
rice
Pour up in a cloud joy with light ice
Started bringing guns to all the knife fights
I aint have a nice life, but life's nice
Shit I was pullin
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