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these niggas fuck a skillet, I'm on that frying pan
Bad spanish bitch with a fire tan
She on her picky vibes
When I pull up it got stars in it, she let me

the fake surroundin' me
& I've been stuck up in this water so they won't be drownin' me
Nigga aye

(Chorus)
I'm comin' like aye
I think I got these niggas

different
Some nights I'm laid back chillin
Some nights I'm wide awake just wondering what am I feelin
Some nights I'm wondering if all these evil thoughts'll

rocket no stopping me, 
I was in New Orleans I hit the block with ease, 
Sipping amaretto sour on the bourbon streets, 
Talking bout who that there that be

thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young

Street education taught me never settle
God I pray they at least respec you

Jesus can relate with me
Cuz these Pharisees
Never really cared for me
Uh

by
Lately I've been in my head, I put it all in these lines
Heard that writers never die
So I'mma live through these lines
Gravel underneath my feet, I

that jam I don't think these niggas get it
And they're daddies wasn't there how the fuck you leave your children
Niggas outside and I'm really in

on these streets and that's right wanna fight - my name it goes a little something like I'm DEEKs - D.E.M.O. 
To The N
To the I 
Then finish something

I'm like
Yeh high when im floating over the
Competition

(Yea)This is the pot I piss in
Pissin on any nigga that's missin
The ultimate vision of street

Raised by the streets, no father no big brother 
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having

we are
Cause from that moment
I knew that I only wanted
To be part of the police
Help cleaning up all the streets
Advocating for peace
Standing up

these streets
Sometimes ain't listenin'

And you know that them boys on the corner
Corner boys took me in like a Christenin'

I was baptized by the street

and fucking for lean in a spirit
Man I got weed you can light
Shit i got keys of the white
In the trunk of a car down the street for night
I treat em like

off no bickering
Did my dirt all by my lonely, wasn't off no witnesses
Dipping in the alley in all black, couldn't see the kid
Splitting for i had

and say what I miss?
Didn’t need your guidance through these years, you can call me Chris
Me and hatred, we are not alike, yeah yeah
But me and passion, we

a dragon
Fuckin' your bitch, in the back, bumpy like a wagon
Fuck that bitch it's lookin' wavy
This shit just got way too crazy
Eating chocolates to get by

eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly

to you
Bring it all right back
Show the game to you
Find you in your sleep
Drag you by your feet
Fake tears you weep
Bash your skull
Paint the fucking shit

FAT WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT
WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN, PAPER ON THE BRAIN
GOTTA KEEP EARNIN UNTIL MONEY AINT A THANG
SICK OF BEING POOR, SLEEPIN

saved so I lay my life

Cant lie when i step in the booth
Cant lie when i streets
Cant lie i call on the name of Jesus when i struggle to sleep
Only by

hate where I am
Even then I don't want it when it's not here
I don't flaunt it when it's not real
And I'm haunted by all these feelings, I know
Like

Street life gory
Yes, I'm all in
Would your brudda hold it down if you falling?
Got some bruddas shooting rounds 'cause they all in
You gon' hear

he feeling old
In bed by nine forty
If the bros get rich I feel they ain't going to have a dime for me
I been patient
Hope what's coming is my time