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women men and children living out in the streets 
Feel all this changing of the climate but denying the heat 
But digress let me switch up my dialect

you life
Yeah, The ball in the game like my name is Mike
Getting harder, These days I don't even write
Wena unamanga, You keep telling lies
Vele vele,

Benjamins
We do what we got to do to eat
More jobs equals less banging in the streets
More jobs means more families can eat
So wont you do me a favor and stop

the mic and congujate
Men I got a bust am dying to spread
So ready or not
Adhesively stunnin on every platform they got
Till the streets is marked
In every

needed
Money and weed, Alizé and Hennessy
To my thug niggas in lock down: witness me
Bail on these hoes in floss-mode
The life of a boss player, fuck what

sit back and just watch
All these little mini me's just say shots
Talkin like they run the streets but they not
Can't recall the last verse that was hot

left alone, cause my way is missing
Hasta luego away with the kid
Dreams in the making it's taking a bit
Too much to balance retained by a pinch
So then

your head kicked in
For trying to sit on the fence
Be consumed by the filth or the stench
Where homeless people sleep on a bench
I love my street
But our

all them members bein' awakened by the count time

I might not be forgiven, fuck it
I got blood on my hands, I promised to be a man 
In

And I can see it clearer by the day, and it more sense
I got here by the grace, and it's take more strength
I'm in the gym clutching, cause I'm

On the streets we ain't showing no sympathy
Got your girl in my room and she's singing my song got her dancing to my choreography
All you niggas is dumb to me, if

take my heart and soul
Say you would die for me
Iesh
Why you wanna go outside wa thembisa uzo hlala Nami
Told me you'll be by my side kodwa these days

Creepin'

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

out, uh-huh
I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches off
Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck, these

Will set your mind strait
Felling pressure
Unbearable weights
Consumed by my mistakes
Driven to hate to the look of fear in his eyes
When he contemplates

make it easy when it's not though
You got to get off the streets, aye, cause I got the pole, and
If a pussy got some beef, I'm a let it blow
These hoes

will to be done
Lord we so fed up of seeing are brothers they always gunned down in these streets
I think it’s a set up that they say we violent but we

the houses
Choices is made by the cup and the ounces
Snowing in Vegas, she love it, she outtie
I wouldn't going to keep her, she really about it
Baby I'm

back and go wild
Money give a young nigga power
Tryna have it long like a tower
Like know we on these streets
On these beats, man come foul

Tryna

brother, hmm, I don't know?
You were supposed to be the man of the house
But I caught you turning tricks with a cock in your mouth
(Let these bitches know)

made this world, These fuck boys tryna save this world
I'm street smart, Never Made Parole, Fucked a few hoe's from Cicero
Giver her good dick, Never

Rihanna pussy
That Miley Cyrus
Pimp game strong as the mighty dollar
See me in the streets if you doubt about it
I'll have you giving brains
Smoking on Mary

Is it just another beat, just another beat
The truth in on the streets, listen to it breathe
Can’t be just another beat, just another beat
The truth is

at the bottom but I feel I'm in the middle
I'm the one who be throwing rocks but not ridin' the ripples
Man these friends ain't really friends
They're

at the bottom but I feel I'm in the middle
I'm the one who be throwing rocks but not ridin' the ripples
Man these friends ain't really friends
They're