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At the end on the other side
By the time you hear this song
Things will be better

No, it's not about me
But do it for my sake
Just need the closure
To spare

towards seven circle frogs 
Without holding ashes

All goldfish exit sideways
In sideways exit tuesday
As rabbits become rectangles

Every loving child

the rock you either gonna pass or take the shot
I was focused on a knot
I'm a keep it a hundred
They let life walk by while I was keeping it running
Now my

out the door
Had to get em in a dash
Hoes be in a line
Number thotties by the sash
Say they wantin more
Need my 100s in a flash
Everybody on my dick
But

trying to get some love from me
I’m saying fuck em all
I feel like Jason Tamalolou by the way I fend em off but leave em running more
Got a wifey at my

D Billy beats ( @BeatsByDBilly Tag )
Intro - cnd if I pull this bitch and start shooting someone dying let me talk my let me talk to ‘em yeah
Got

give it your soul
If you ain't gon' do it a hundred percent, so  why do you do it at all?
Nigga, you dont gotta lie in these songs
You want no smoke,

Thug Paradise [Original Version; Bonus Track]

Capone

One Tough Cop

1998

the gravesite
The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin
Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen

All my convicts, livin on the edge of life
Criminal

Bangladesh

Your Old Droog

Packs

2017

nice
Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice
And I ain't even ahead, thieving for bread
Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said
I'm all

it
Not in for all the band shit, might drum on the Glock, percussionist
My boys just becoming with, flows and clothes, you can't fuck with it
Hoes

me?
Got VVS's on my neck 
And they start to shine on me, woah 
All these drugs on me I don't think that they legal (They not) 
I keep it on me all times

And then repeat the process then we cook em
The product setting records
Leaving niggas third we taking first and having seconds
Ima goat but that's just my

trying to figure it all out on my own
Trying to find a place where I could call home
But I had to go and make it out, and fuck yourself

Tell you bout my

talking hundreds and fifties
Shit cause my palms hella itchy, my girl hella bitchy
Duck the landlord when I'm back he won't miss me
Rolled a Backwood now

one hundred
I trusted you with my heart
Coulda torn me to pieces
But had my back from the start
It makes me sick to imagine you
Without me by your side

give it your soul
If you ain't gon' do it a hundred percent, so  why do you do it at all?
Nigga, you dont gotta lie in these songs
You want no smoke,

the business is weak
I got spit coke cooked
I just need a notebook, a pen and a beat
I eat rappers up
Then floss skin out my teeth
I'm the Problem
Still going by

real I swear to god I couldn’t breathe

1. After that I sobered up, I had to focus on my music
2. Man I lost all my friends but my life I didn’t lose it

them out the loop

She tugging my BB said what you wanna do
Put your bitch in some VV's pass her to the crew
My hundreds they blue

Why yes I'm high

upgrade my wallet
I need hundreds in my pockets
Marti gotta stay focused
Leading people call me Moses
I'm the leader call me oldest
Really use to be

high mileage
If you ain't talking money
You ain't speaking my language
And all this shit that I got going on
How do I manage?
Head to toe I put you in

me
I just hope they let my mans out
Day to day grind
Tryna stack up all my chips
Turn to everyday risks
Going through it with my bitch
I don't know if

as a dedication 
Down at the statehouse
For a hundred years since the Confederation
Down at the statehouse     
But why not a hundred year celebration
Down

yeah, both my pockets is full of dead guys,
(Yeah yeah) vision clear like I got a read eye,
(yeah yeah,)
Whole time by me we repping Van Nuys,
Yeah, took