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better off with the Hellcats and Chargers
Think I'm better off with a prayer and a choppa
Think I'm better off by myself til I grow up
Think I'm better off

Draped in cash
From the night that I dreamed
What a sight
I could've had
In my mind with ease
Take shit to heart
That's why I wear it on my sleeve
I

Ain't no stallin'
Swear the money callin'
I was chillin' on the block, my niggas all guarded
If we see a opp, we sending shots, we all on it
And I'm

yeah it's to no end
Pretty little bad boy ruins me
Makes me cry, cuts me up so I plead
Smoke is coming out his lips sweet and savory
I'm his baby, got

get ta me
Blocking out my vision
So I can no longer see
What it is I wanna build
Dassa ahead of me
Suddenly
The dream that I always imagine Will come

the pieces and vanished
Cut me up I feel erratic
Look at my flesh it reminds me of salmon
Look I should be disgusted
My thirst for violence really disruptive
I

more tears upon my lover's face
Then you grin with your iron teeth
Hungry for another fall from grace
I guess it's only natural they left
To look out for

Hear the shriek of a tomato as it's cut into
Two tomatoes crossing the road
The joke's on you as the story goes
Boy, haven't you heard?
That's how

go of it"
I'm writing rulebooks and I'm dotting every 'i,' I'm crossing tomorrow off my list
I spend each minute with myself just getting by, 'cause

Sow my mouth shut
Running out of luck
Falling into flux
I've lost your trust
Look what i've become
Feel a change of shades
One knife, two blades
Cry

Yet quality in education has deteriorated
Around each city and low income
Neighborhood due to the
Cuts of funding alone
Fine arts have suffered
Lives

off my lane

Me an Boog we had to jump out on da back street by da lake 

If we didn’t run we wouldn’t made it home safe

1 of my day 1  nigga still my

and fuck her butt 
So long she'll trade her thong in for depends
Wolf style stab her goddamned esophagus
Or cut her up like Kanye put her cunt in

times build you keep ya head up high 

Keep ya grass cut ya mind on the prize 
Fiends want buck i got it tucked by my side 
I ain’t working for a piece I

Prod. by Paryo

Spanish bi, I think she just put salsa in the double cup
Nutted on her chin, like I gave a bitch a upper cut
Treat my dick like hubba

chill 
Fuck n****s cause commotion 
Cut my heart out 
Then she left my chest open 
Gave you my all 
And you left me with nothing 
Gone with the wind

the next bitch
I flew by, up in that can’t reach
Dubai, sand dunes, yeah the best beach
The 'too live' gone cruise in the flip back
Million dollar babe

and deed
I’m bound to this room as it bleeds
To drown in all my greed.

Mirror man (Mirror man)
Cut your hair
Compose your summary
You don’t look so good

Your my favorite from my past, razor in the stash
Cut the work up after, you take it out the glass
..POT! Slide the money thru the slot..I lust for

the spectre trajected by your funeral director

Garbage bag lard and fags, the smell reeks havok screaming burning flesh in hell, clawing at rotting boils

When

we do the math
You add up your blessings
Divide it by stressing 
We cut it in half
Ain't a second left to 
Hold another breath
The enemy is working

the sample,
Don’t turn the the channel,
Might blow out yo candle,
Live and direct,
Microphone check,
Claim to be the best,
But couldn’t cut the check,
 Say

think that it would be free.

But wait, your kids have no money.

Their father’s a felon he’s of no use

When they get taken in by the men in the blues.

got love long range 
Shake a damn 8 ball will it read my fortune or will be my grave 
I'm sad and depressed in my ice, Yes im wearing all my pouring