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Can't go out without my blick
Every song I'm droppin' hit
Fan base say I never miss
Pop a X, it feel like bliss
We can sex but never kiss
Sent the text,

obstacle that
Comes in ma way and
I live my life like every day's a weekend
So real I find it hard to pretend
I only had a drop
But I finna turn this shit

lock they doors up
I'm as pure as it gets
Legit this shit not cut with baking soda

I'm hip hop's alternative, I wake you up
Like Folgers, I'm icy and my

up 
Like they hadda swipe
If you diss me, could be loved by thousands, 
You still wack to me
Just like a frisbee, talk behind my back, 
That shit come

at the hive, I swear that we be stinging niggas
ran it up on my own time
I did it by myself
Niggas say you needa find a bitch, that shit ain't never help
Bad

calls to Bridgeport
Every time you pulled up I was on my porch
Never seen your eyes
All I seen was the whip supplied by your pops 
Cuz' you refuse to make

I lock it in like Eddie (lock it, lock it)
Cock it back, steady, hold it hold it, drop that medy
You couldn't survive these streets
My G's got

Swerving round town with my main (yea)
Gripping on the wheel getting brain (yea)
Pop a pill cant feel no pain (yea)
The cops on the road got me vexed mehn

it truck'n
She drop to the floor hands knees and them toes
She moving so slow mesmerized by her pose
She lit like a stove They addicted like dope

dodging one time
I got stabbed in the back by Loved ones cousins bitches
But I survived yeah my love is strong
I'm still feeding people I got cut by
You

and crannies 
By the crocks and pantries
See it on your looks, you mantis
Pray I overcook then vanish 
But you hooked like addies
Welcome to the kingdom this

and tell em take it
There they go
There they go
There they go
To the flow they drop so low
They don't see the barrel when we standing still
Sometimes it gets

my bag
Might take your girl like my first name was Chad (Pimp)
Hop on the mic, and you know I act bad (You know it)
They counted me out, when I see em

know that shit out here get tragic
Yea this shit out here get real
For my pain I pop a pill, for my dawg forever real
I'm tired of living on my own I

as the cool air starts to ease my pain
I hear a crack of thunder and it starts to rain
Lighting strikes and I hear a loud pop
The fan starts smoking and spins

Thought not, so keep ya lips closed and ears open mother-

Yeah, yeah, unh
Trunks pop tops drop we boutta floss up the block
Straight to the point the light

off another strong urge tonight
Shit is so dramatic, how the hell I hit this high?
Its like a cinematic parallel, it feels just like you let a line drop

be okay
'Cause as the day goes on, the sun will keep shining
So we'll be okay, whoa (Yeah)

I remember days when I was at my lowest
Overstimulated by

everything I drop right
I could start with every old track so it pop twice
'95 RZA I will never call a black Woman's son "my nigga"
I'm not bitter I just

wreck the booth
I compose the beats, got the lava flow
I write the script then I kill a show
It's Lansky boy, I do it all
And by word of mouth, got

you're frickin' lit off of an edible 

My mic drops when my mind stops  
And nine guys pop up to my spot with  
Glock nine guns and I'm rocked off a pint,

Hot Shit

HAWK

HAWK [Chopped and Screwed]

Southside, H-A-W-K
What, what, what...

[Hook]
I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down
The type of shit, that make your girl

line
I'm the realest, nobody realer than me
And everybody gonna eat, I got a village for me
I just give you my pain, they gonna feel it, you'll see

to guide, except my own inside
Sparklin' by moonlight, some call divine
But I don't see it, I keep on pushin'
Feelin' ragged but know what's behind me