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Yo
This is a damn shame
My name ain't Yes Man
I do what I can when I can

Listen, I ain't complaining. I'm only saying. I'm just tired to say yes. I

womp, womp, womp, womp
I'm fitna slide
Glockie by my waste
She waste time
I don't got the space
Screamin' out slime
You gon' get blanked
She wanna go, but

wanna do is see some gangsta dick

This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You shoulda' seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform

Out Don't be surprised when I hit it
These niggas like Pac-Man
They nothing but mouth
Mr sum outta nothing I came up in a drought
Green and purple in

the wrong kind of criminal
Not a controlling individual
No affiliations with masons or political
Party lines for me to tip toe by
No flag pin, no red tie, my

was born and fucking raise there
Yeah
Nobody know by the name boi RJaY
On the track
Never left this game bitch right
Everybody thinks I was long gone

Yo
Look at the stars, man, they're all so shiny and pretty
But see, they all fall behind me
And no one's walking with me
So I'm losing my mind

praying
Grab the gauntlet big stones I ain't playing
Shawty low rt now but trust me I'm the man
And if anyone can do it bitch I can
You pussies had

the time for us to stand up 
When they see us 
What do they see 
Is it a black man 
Why they fail to call you king

No justice no peace, it ain't justice for

instead
I went on I fucked your friend got the pregnant with my kid
You pretended to be your friend till her belly got a little big then you kicked her

here to teach ,I did it for the street
my little advice for the street, work,always put your hustle on the repeat
even when you fall,stand up on your

your ignorance is frightening see
By my enlightened heightened writing like a titan see
Fist fighting I'm in the galaxies ya see
It's me the Neocop

we ain't winning tell them cut it out
You can't run from the Spirit he'll come around
I took off the old man had to put em' down
He took all of my sins

Atlantic City

Rodney Parker & 50 Peso Reward

Live in the Living Room

2011

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight

the night, out the dark
You a smile from that house
Still we shine so bright in the storm
Seen by the eye, man by design
All keep that in mind when we are

got him really nerfed
Rolling with the same Dirty Bloods he met up by the church
Ten years later well on his way to the glory
But the man above made him

trembling
Still, they'd say, I have no have no maidens
Look how far I've come, man, I never needed them anyways
So fuck up out my face with that shit

I

ear pockets easter chocolate
Don’t do vodka I do yak and Remy bish I’m stacking plenty
Man who F ing wit me sep for Fendi trap all night like Denny’s

knot don't bend
You got a motherfucking problem then I'll deal with you
Because I'm a crazy motherfucker
I was raised by the wig splitters
We'll crack

know she Goin slide do that shit for me
And I know She Goin lie but its never to me
Ou Its only for me, get it by any means
my Shawty she never cheat my

of cheddar
And keep it real when we under the weather
And I know you know this feeling
Drive by take your heart I'm stealing
So fresh right when we step in
She

And oh, I suppose, I got a little bit older over time
And oh, is it so, that my childhood is left far behind
Cause I don't wanna think that's true
I

that shit was Gmail central
If a female pin you then we the trio you need
Little virgin ass is fine never losin' some sleep
On GP, I'm preachin' 'bout

my dealings and my feelings are controlled by the wheel in
the middle of my will, ILL
I fell
hell would have caught me but Christ came And Blood