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and God 
Me and tha Glock, 2 peas in a pod
Riding this wave like my name was Rod

Go and get tha work yeah I’m going to tha trap
Don’t take me long to do

The grind never stops I don't got to clock in
I had dreams in 9th grade of being top ten
Now I'm having nightmares of only hitting tenth
When I was 12 I

the 12
Bitch I'm a 6-12-6 in my brain I excel
All this pain that I held
It contained in myself
Now I'm with the snake and bat
Flying straight out of hell,

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

Tints

Kendrick Lamar

Tints

think a nigga trollin'
Or showin' out for the cameras
Fuck, I'm doin' fish-bowlin'
One hunnid thou on the passenger
Bitch, I'm Kendrick Lamar, respect

niggas
I could do without the hoes either
Oh who im kidding im a hoe pleaser
I might get ran by 4 divas
You niggas washed up old geezers and I’m so regal

the time
And I'm checking my phone and that bitch looking wrong
And it said that it's 12:45
12:45 on the dot

Whippin' I'm whippin' I'm whippin'
I'm whippin'

my mind
The simple times are over
now that I am older
Thinking of the days when we could go and play outside
I'm passing by the order
I never meant

ballin' I'm ballin' I'm ballin' yeah
I'm flying I'm gliding I'm soaring yeah
I'm ballin' I'm ballin' I'm scoring yeah 
I'm ballin' I'm ballin' I'm ballin'

I'm true enough to admit
That we grew up the same, we grew, up on a flip
As if that was God's word
Intriguing how God works, and, how a rod works

down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood

think they can restrain
Been in and out and i'm stuck in my ways
Send out a slug and you losing your brain
I had me a life now it's gone down the drain

The courage of a lion
Man I'm just flying
Hip hop in my veins
I'm death defying
I'm on a mission man
To flip shit rich
Still no admissions man
I do

hips (Ugh)
And two niggas on the interstate
Taking them trips (Let's get it, 12)
I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (yeah)
Young Brisco
(Ugh) , the New Cash

Ahh Ahh[00:04.85]Ahh Ahh Ahh[00:05.97]I'm sorry[00:08.16]It didn't work baby[00:11.34]I'm a do her[00:12.49]Yeah[00:12.82]She could do

Jesus Christ is the greatest name!
People think I'm dead but I am flying
I am alive I am a zombie
And if you wanna live
Give your life to Him
If you wanna

was spent on my bail
High off these drugs, just to get me to sleep in the trap
I didn't wanna get raided by 12
I might come off cocky but some call it

I know better, hot rod vixen
I’ll probably call ya’ back

Copyright 
 2000 by Tony D. Anderson / Six Foot And Sea Level Records

It's 12 at night and I'm working till I pass out
Employed by myself, I cannot afford to slack now
I can't back down
Ain't throwing in the towel, finally

and fancy clothes
Showing how miserable and selfish they can be
Smashing heads over around
I'm breathing in the morning
Living in the burning sky
Flying

to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer

I'm no good for her
Now she think I'm an asshole
You really think I'm an asshole
This influence she got on me
Might take more than just advil
She

your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage

to start beating dese niggas
I gotta go hard I feel like ray Charles kuz I am not seeing these niggas
Ha Choo, I think I’m getting sick is these niggas