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and I'm chilling with some hustlers
Killers, divas, strippers smoking reefer
On the Turnpike and I'm blowing up my speaker
Bitch blowing up my phone but

damn
Huh
Yea money on the tail and we still wouldn't chase em damn
Huh, yea yeaaa money on the tail and we still wouldn't chase em damn
OK days flow by

Burnt out by the cigar smoke
In the air

Turns out we killed off all we had
And they say we should be glad
Cause these parasitic thrones
Aren't build with

life 
And it just takes some patience baby 
Any flaws I’ll embrace them
Any problems we’ll face them 


Listen baby I don’t like how we’re talking lately

You think y'all got a ego but I promise my (beep) bigger
I swear these days I walk 'round wit a limp like my body was disfigured
Because my confidence

smoke , and we gon' come with ratchets

Hit that cut like alcohol and make wounds, but these don't come with patches
Don't play with my cake, Ill let it

on my hit list

Murder tracks for that fitness

I’ll be damned if I kick this

Test myself like that litmus woah



Feeling crazy like Pinkett

Overload

better be calling a vet like I'm, uh

I get so confused with these people
They all start the story, I become the sequel
You think I'm done talking, nah, I

I've got a sepia toned Polaroid of you from days gone by
You look so good in shades but I wish I could see your eyes
Shining bright right back

of the village and entered a nearby forest.
After looking around a while, the Bull decided to return home.
But it was not to be.
Because, he had lost his way.
He

Runaway Slave

Menace Clan

Da Hood

1995

Double barrel pump fired by the slave master
I hid in some bushes so I can catch my breath
Trying to gather up the strength that I had left
If I could rest

Hip 2 Tha Skeme

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

folks ever came to pimpin'
Stealing, hustling food stamps for that '94 Caddy
How many days can I stretch this box of grits
Shit never quits I'm

Lush Life

Betty Buckley

Much More

1997

Romance is mush
And it stifles those who strive
Well I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And I, I'll be alright with the rest
All those whose lives

you keep on piling
Up these dollar bills
How that make you feel
You know we should chill
I just keep it real
So B what the deal
I been so gone for days

money up
I know people hatin but i never gave a fuck 
On a mission
Out here doing what i want 
One day ill have a milli in a fucking brink truck

Ask me why I'm here, ask you why you're gone 
Ask me why I put you into a song 
Have to write about you in some kind of way 
So I don't forget 'bout

Out on bail
These ain't just stories that i tell
Bm back working with them people
So they took a nigga dLs
But we shall
Provial
Fuck it pass me

feelin' my heartbeat everyday
I been feelin' my heartbeat
I been feelin' my heartbeat in every way
I been feelin' my heartbeat everyday

These are just some

that
I ain't no Westbrook, shout out to Westbrook

Look like I hit a lick, too on drip, ball too dirty on filthy
These days I be wanting millions, tryna

Know what I mean
Keepin it clean
Got ideas for my freedom
And the fees
It's the cheese
Cat and mouse
Might be scary
Pat my brows and
Beat it down
Tom

and watched the news
And there are some things I'll never understand
Why a country needs a God
And a woman needs a man

And you never write me letters
And you

go out and get some sun
Instead of staying inside a lonely one but

I'm gonna keep ignoring my problems even if there's ways to solve em
So I'll inhale

in so many ways
Shit is just so complicated
Got all these feelings could never say it
She in the stars and I’m in the pavement
Best shooter but she not

demons they'll get you at the hearing

They gone regret it when them niggas said they want some real beef
You fucking with a sour patch kid a shit sweet