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start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started
Unashamed we lifting Jesus name in here
Strip you out that bondage freedom reigns in here
You better tuck them chains boy the gang in here
Spirit on me demons
actually crazy
And I don't mean any hard feelings by it either
Just lose your style, and then you can come hangout with us
You know, the cool kids
Uh
Black
of dying and walkin' round like they shooken'
'Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia
That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyer
in the sky and you started to cuss,
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.
Then God was great and God was true
And he tried to show
never got along
We laughed at the kids that was active participants
Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag and a bible of Gideon
Got
niggas out the Scott's let the quick slop
Swear to god I'mma die for this wristwatch
Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in
[ Kid ]
Alright, we want to thank y'all for comin down here
Listening to what we had to say
Before we go, we'd like to take a few questions
Eh -
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
The way he loves you and me
'Cause if the world's ever gonna change
We gotta love like crazy
Well I'm tellin' you boy, you got a lot to learn
I think
Looking forward to yesterday's homers
By the M&M boys
In the daily news
All these years we've come together
In spite of you
You've kept us captivated
Our
open, steppin out into the world
So fiendish, Ol' English 'til I url, growing pains
A young kid, learnin early how to know the game
USA Roller Skate
the beats like they Chaka Khan
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and moi
Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
to make us pray at night
My uncle always on that bullshit
I never use to like to stay the night
I put my hands up when I see then guys
I tell them boyz that
Cologne
And yours prolly just Finna fade out like it's spray
Moving like i'm in the hall of Fame
We never die we multiply and Reign
Dark, boy pulling with
nowadays this negative energy could be so contagious
I gotta keep some space between us
Positive energy like a boomerang
I send it out, put it in God's
like they gon' die
With the mindset of be broke or let's go get high
If the cost of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how
(Gudda…)
20 keys, Vaseline wrapped in a Focus (Gudda…)
Approach us – and I’ll be
On your porch with toasters (holla)
Like – give me all them jewels and dope
options
I miss my mother
Like
Momma had five kids
Shit aint help
Working by herself
Shit was tuff
Im the oldest out of three girls one boy that's fine
that toolie, huh
Boy, don't make me do it, huh
Playin' games, you stupid, huh
I don't love, fuck cupid, huh
Aimin' like Cam Newton, huh, yeah
They
Wilson dormitory 2012
Dr. Dog beanie up on my shelf
Conner mentions he likes them as well
And was at the show
Boozy brackish little basement boys
liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell
This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in
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