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"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared

Stand in formation
My motherfucking real troopers
Lets do it like soldiers
All in together now
Ready?
Hell yeah
No retreat no surrender
Death before

Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed
But now I'm different, somethin new today
I'm seein bright tunnels, bein My Life, crumbled before
Now I'm

when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time cuz we all just mammals
The songs I sample bought

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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I

be havin’ these dreams
Of gettin’ beat by a all white team
Like mayweather on any fella
I bob and weave
This that philly she'll D
Hope yo mind at ease

With the life that i been living, i forget everything i do
I can’t stop myself from sinning, got me crossing out on you
Mind be blanking, paranoid

ride, that's me, he'd die
He the kid with the J's and the Levi's
He'd mind, king and he'd sign
Murder everything and do it by design
He'd fly and he

krytyczny
Do ludzi więc także widzę złe strony życiem
Ciągłym opór melanżem Ty nie? A chuj Ci życzę

Byś też szalał szalał bawił się znakomicie
W rytmie Jala

on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll

[Verse 1]
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with

Shoot em down my side of town they know who did it (unhuh)

Bullets hit em make em dance he do the griddy(unhuh) (X2)

I got Hunnits and these 50 in my

do the kidding, drake tall as a toddler
You niggas my sons, you'll get spanked by your father
Your bitch on my dick, she gone ride like a Mazda
Been

the gutta
Give the og ten racks for each time that we had to suffer
Circle with bosses not my og son but they my brother
We gone do this my way fuck what you

ain't gazy, my shit hittin
I Ain't tucking shit, these niggaz bleed just like me
Brody got 2 barrels and dont do drugs, don't shit get by him
And he stay

Got 2 names like Gunplay
But I got 1 aim that's cash
So I give a fuck bout your dons in the trap
Ain't got tickets ask the promotor or rep
Tryna go hard

and Bob Siegel
Sing along to Night Moves, sippin' on gas station margaritas
Gotta get a good buzz out here man
Nothin' else to do but get high
Put

motherfucker I got
One for your head
By now my two little shooters
Came in something vicious
They killed niggas twice even
Murked the white bitches
I'm looking

Nmmmmm owooo yeah yeah yeah yeah
AHAA SAYNAMIE
LIVING LIFE ISSA BLESSING
i don't why
I don’t know what to do in the morning
(Eah eh)
Am not satisfied

bout cream
Dragon ball z
She krillen beneath
I can tell by the touch
I can't see
Okay bae what's the rush bar  take easy
Okay 2.0 baby this sleazy
No

pursue that chance two step who care Just do that dance
Now them fools stumbling about to fall and them fools rumbling about to brawl
And these fools

any way that he can
Like makin me think that I'm the man
By puttin a glock in my hand or a beer can
Then I be hearin these voices sayin sip it
But I

Check it
I’m high like a rocket now I’m on day 2
I been chiefing on them runts I been smoking haze too
If I stopped having fun my life would be like

that Nokia
Now she phoning up my line
I'm like what do you want

Scrub was a scrub
Never had much luck
Always put my trust into that cellular
Always put

One, two, three, four how come we can't feed the poor
But we always have the money to afford another war
Five, six, seven, eight who do they incarcerate