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been on the road
Relationships i keep
Are the ones who support
If you dont you gotta go Them lies you been telling
I can tell by your nose
If i lost

soul gotta go
But I wait, I kinda like it when it’s there and
Can’t really tell who friend or who’s foe
I pray to God that they all disappear
Pay

be nervous just accept it
'Cause this gon' be that history
That change the future forever
This that evolve wisdom
So every record I got to go get 'em

a little naive
Go to sleep and just having the same damn dream
Yeah I thought about you this week
Might have had a little bit to do with the whiskey
Talking

Best lyricist in Texas please believe it. (Ha)
Uhh the road to riches got traffic I took a back street
Got goat talent but really more of a black

the black, call the black, ayy
Hit a nigga in his head, it's gon' do damage
I told this bitch, bend it over, no, she do magic
Every time I bounce out, it get

God Klin
Nah I left King Klin 'cause another nigga named King Klin
Young Klin, Almighty Klin, God Klin
Here I go
Fuck that shit, let's get it
Let's get

got the vision
They know I got the sight
I  swear I was sent here to 
 Help unite black and white
I know I got this privilege 
I been using it
To  serve

You know what it is and heard what I said

I'm the black rose that grew through
The crack in the sidewalk
A miracle baby, look at me
I made it through

me
With  that cash ive been clumsy
On that beat I go dumby
Red carpet swagging with the black rose
Do Or Die the gang we all on ten toes
Makem all

fuckin' sped
He was fuckin' stupid
It wasn't even a he
I thought he was white, but he was black and he just had ashy knees
I keep sayin' "he", but that

I'm taking lil shawty back to back room now she taking her clothes
I commit suicide on my doors now go a 100 I pull off
Smoke me a wood, pour me some

telling fibs
Type of shit that make you turn real black like Freddie Gibbs
But they can't do nothing with the god
But they can't do nothing with the G-O

need money, moolah
Not you again, to be honest
I'm making dough, lots of it
Step by step no need to run
She held my hand, I let her go
Don't call me

you don't know jack shit

Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down
I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs
Funny how I went from stand up

Bit by bit I take em all
Never stand down I beat em all
Did this shit for a reason now they on my dick cause I'm winning
But where were you when I was

if you go back to Africa, Marcus Garvey
A people without knowledge is a tree without roots
I'm a walkin' contradiction, I'm in Saint Laurent boots

homeless, here's my loose change
I hope I don't have a screw loose, cause then I might have to get that changed
Pick up a pen and go do it again
Pick up a gun

a lot of family but few friends
I know that's cliche shit to say
But reality rap is a challenge
Cuz facts are facts
And can't go many different ways
Fuck

the other
They say the mantle is black and green but every diagram I've seen that shit is in embers
3D printed buck shells and ran down Panther De Villes
101

da stats of da inner city blacks
Do enough to get by some falling thru da cracks
Selling weed selling crack, tell me where dey get it at
Handcuffs

believe
But I'm so humble
I go way harder I know they sleep
On my mama, these niggas
Were never by my side
Had to leave 'em in my past
They was fucking up

when this muthafuckin sneeze
achcu that you then i'm back to it grindin with my bay niggas 
strappin that black buick smoke blunts that size of
louie

and nigga
I'm that nigga
I identify as him, Ok
James might take yo Bitch
But Trvp gone do that shit and put it in your face
Black on black with the hoodie