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3AM
By myself
Lookin' up above and thinking 'bout myself
And not myself but all my kind
And the other brother that be standing by my side
The world

the other thing I wanted to talk about
Is someone that you guys have never gotten to meet
Um, is your five great-great aunts
Probably by the time you guys are

see tomorrow (uh)
Bop, that's my blood, bitch, I'm slidin' right or wrong (slide)
These niggas in they feelings, so they makin' diss songs (slide,

you prolly finished

Leave no witness keep your distance
Avoid the cameras by any means
When you flee the scene
Bars of soap too clean
You see us spit

Tryna be a force in this rap game

Tried to juggle it all did it everything by myself
Ain't have the funds for shit so I was locked inside a drought

Hit

This song is dedicated to my brothers, to all my fans, and to everybody that's ever believed in me

How will they remember me when I'm gone?
The son

a get me some
I had plenty nine to five's
Anything to get some money
I'm going to always keep it real with myself
That's why they love me
They're going

ye oo
Bojo ba'yo ma'ala
Bojo ba'yo ma deniyan
Afaila Ojo oo
Afaila Ojo yea yea

Nobody knows tomorrow
So never Underestimate me
No be by who Sabi pass

and walk five hundred more to be the 
Guy that wrote a song about his tired limbs cue the 
Violins spin bottles limited options 
No hand break when sitting

of the low
He beggin' for his life
Yeah, got rocks on my jewelry like the Flintstones
Your brother just got popped
Instead of sliding he made a sad song
Fuck

they just on sum rap shit, never spin but they make songs, how it feel nigga, to have your brother dead and gone, niggas wanna ask me for shit, you got

Final Ride

Tru

The Best of Tru

2005

baby suckin on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was

I'ma drive by quick (Doo Doo Doo)
As they glide by shit
Haircutin' motherfuckin' size 5 clip Lick off a shot if you tip off the spot
No strike like

a rapper, so I had to
Had to make sure that I’m not the Razor they wanna step to
5 songs were done by DJ Sbuda,
The other 11 were done by myself on Es-Cay’s

to Charlamagne
But I just want the riches, you can take away the fame
Facts
My brother almost lost his life, damn it was a shame
4 or 5 shots, one almost hit his

a rapper, so I had to
Had to make sure that I’m not the Razor they wanna step to
5 songs were done by DJ Sbuda
The other 11 were done by myself on Es-Cay’s

found love in darkest times
In my life, everything go left
Can't believe this shit went right
Still by myself got my brothers on my side
Trapped in my

song and punchlines. Free my brothers ten times, that got done by the one time. I don't know how they cap so much, it's like them n***as love lies.

in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there

Mr. Flamboyant

The Click

Down and Dirty

1994

will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by

That song right there was She's Too Far Gone
I love that song, hits you right in your chest
Up next, I play the music you don't know you need until

been right by my side
Through the lows and the highs
And I know that they be hating
It don't matter cut the ties
In the stu I been locked in
Making 5

The Last of the Gypsies

Trooper

The Last of the Gypsies

1989

where they belong
Don't let 'em go where the lights are bright
And the gypsy sings his song

Don't let your restless boys
Be tempted by the sound

low-key but these diamonds on me you could tell by the rocks
And I keep it on me couple bullets on me put that boy ina box
BOA, TD getting rich I know some