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Won't pick up when you callin

Met on you on emoji Sadspunch
We all loved you a bunch
We loved being your baby so much
We were all so blessed by your

when we checking out  I smoked soo much I feel like I am maybe trekking now  say it to my face you bending words like Beckham now  in too deep in

a role in your children life
Before it too late
Cause we don't kill innocents

bad spirits leaving me
See me dash really fast
No deceiving me
I’m so glad
Didn’t crash it was bad indeed
In the past I was mad
Jesus gave me peace
I’m

on a money making mission

Baby, stay on ya job

In the Cut, drunk as a skunk, gone little girl

Let me see you shake ya rump

While the beat go bump, I know

you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately

with a pole

My niggas told me keep that iron, ain't tryna die like my dawg
Cause I'm too deep up in these streets, but this the life that I chose
And I

Ima run this shit like the Gulag
Fuck the game, Im tryna kill the bourgeois
Y'all making me laugh
Putting virtue into moolah
Little Pussy take

vest
Spiritual, unlike the rest
Fighting for blood, trying to kill the flesh
And raise the crip, Freemason's guest
Is way too deep, relax and don't slip

opponents fall
Ahhh!---tired and thirsty too
Blood lossed on a cross in His birthday suit
As He droops, pooped from attempts to breathe
I grieve…tears stop my

trouble breathin' in
Havin' trouble breathin' in
Havin' trouble breathin' in
Havin' trouble breathin' in


Making music by day, open mics at night
Preparing

to lose my mum to realise I'm off track and
Start making these changes
It's been overly straining
Pain runs deep no matter how hard you try to contain it

belief
And everything that I could be (That I could be)
This lives in my head rent free, coming up in my dreams while I sleep
Till I'm six feet deep it's

whack it from the backside
I said I'll never lie to you
I'll ride for you
Put it on my life for you
Too high for you

I asked my brodie why she got me in

I'm a black mutherfucker
Black broke as my culture
Black is my skin and i'm born under a system controlled by freaks
Have i forgotten bout you
Have i

gettin paid just to pay it back
I’ll call a nigga pussy, and I bet he won’t say it back
Now this when real niggas push playback
Needle in the haystack

know where im at
Live by the name so i carry a gat
Don't you come around here less you wana clapped
I got ten in the mag thats that brraa da da daht

Don't take it too personal Cuz business is business
Ain't no child left behind All my niggaz is in it
We Start off bad But had a good finish
I Made some

holding the key
Bitch I'm Muhammad Ali
In the district in the DMV
Greatest hands down and I know it
By a landslide when we voted
I'm a poet so you know I

knocking you feel the earth rumbling - Carry whips and chains always starting something



Biker boys making devilish noise - 

ROLL DEEP 

Call it chop

what you said you ain't making sense
Just like your girl when she told me she wasn't a hoe
When she hopped in the whip she gave me deep throat
Don't

is done
And the clock stops ticking
You got caught slippin
Now you in the casket and the world becomes different
See I seen it too many times refuse

of adrenaline
Niggas be sick I'm givin out medicine (Sheesh)
Watch how I move, my silence too loud
You be making blunders Coz you too loud
I been making money Coz

that I wanna know
When I say that I wan an grow
To the next fucking state of my life
‘Cause I don’t wanna be
Trapped in the prison of my mind
Deep inside