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White Givenchy on the feet to match the short sleeves
Okay
Aye

I might fight fair by nature, but when surrounded
By monsters, devils  and demons, it

I'll go to war for my missus then put down the sword
And walk away from glory and riches
I will break free from this prison
By any means needed, there's

we need to remind people that they work for the employer, not the other way around
All these pretty buildings right, well guess what, they're all empty

priorities, and back to prisons
Not one, I'm allergic to authorities

And not havin' a Glock on
In my younger days, I was always gettin' socked on
Till I

loads up, in the crib
No heat by the stove my toes froze up
Niggas like to fuck up their re-up money
Get rolled up bullet holed-up
Ran off on the plug

The Winter of the Long Hot Summer

The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

Hypocrisy Is the Greatest Luxury

1992

were posted
By Chevron
Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands
As the deadline in the sand came to an end
So much for the peace dividend
One

vision in low light
Scan prison tats on the back of a low life lifeless
And a broke nose might just be done drippin'
Wet all night
It dries deep red

Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks

Old Jim Jones and Tommy T
Were lovers

STILL MADE TIME
AND AFTER ALL THESE YEARS CANT FORGET ABOUT YOUR BROWN EYES
PRETTY WOMEN LOOKIN MORE BONITA SEXY SENORITA YOUR MY CHOLITA
I STILL WANNABE

Diamonds And Gold

Cheeto Gambine

Top of the Line

2016

I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap
But I'm

underground prison
A ghost in the machine steered wrong

Put this wire in there, by
The second molar there, switch his ear on
I just saw a whole bunch of kids

Helped me write this song, now

See, I was born into a world
Of food stamps and welfare
No dollar for the ice cream
Man and nappy hair raised by a single

I caught him slipping, walking not whipping
Pretty little lightie on his arm
With some extraordinary titties
I've been tryna catch this
Nigga for

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

on the light



Old Jukebox rolled into three big towns 
And three times got knocked down

By a bigger man, by a faster man 

And one time by some punks

In

for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you

Gangsta

Lil C

Throweder Than Throwed 2K12

2012

the trap, like T.I. or Jeezy
Claim to be a O.G., like Snoop Dogg or Eazy
Knowing you went to Cali, won't say no names
Had a pretty red fitted hat, he

Gangsta

Jae Millz

24: Season Two

2007

the trap, like T.I. or Jeezy
Claim to be a O.G., like Snoop Dogg or Eazy
Knowing you went to Cali, won't say no names
Had a pretty red fitted hat, he

met social high-key
I was raised by OG's you was raised by IG (woah)
I'm from the era of Mike Tyson fights (knock out)
You from the era of the Magic

Fool the World

Hazen Street

Hazen Street

2004

I've been to many places
I've seen many faces
Soft and hard, battle scared
I've seen prison bars
Not for long, but long enough to write this song

wide awake
And the insight takes flight
Where I only see the light like
Think outside the prison cell
Your soul, cuz hell there’s hope
For yourself

urgent
Rip you by the soul n fuckin burn it I was hurtin
Pop another pill n do a line behind the curtain
I'm a human and I feel it never said that I was

Then I Went to prison 
Things different 
Tried to take my life 
From a life sentence 
Jesus told me try Him
I gave Him my attention
Didn't beat

Skipping the prison I'm giving whats giving
Living my life, living so driven
Can I see you all the time
Mending the friends that I never see