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I'm in the hood with my hand on my gun
Can't let my momma see me gone, somebody taking her son
I'm in the hood with my hand on my gun
Can't let my

On point and I'ma ball like magic (Heyy y'all)
I'm choosing you, you wasn't choosing me
Fuck my dawg you told em' bout my struggle just to keep yours clean

distracted
By some ratchet hoe Shit
Gave you lessons
All sorts conveying messages
Missed it
Scrolling for Suttin perverse and nakedness
Audibly and visibly

on in a little closer
Yeah come on in a little closer
I said dad, come on in a little closer
A little closer to your son
Said I'm treading rocky ground

I flashed my ID at the liquor store he glanced and asked if I had another plastic Description
I said no and had a fit he said son you're looking lit

"That metal detector gate has saved your life again..."

I drive home
Through streets drowning in summer rain and fear
My only son
Greets me with "I hate

You've already won
You used to laugh all by yourself
I can remember
Nothing on earth
Could hinder the birth of your joy everafter
Who Would have dared

love yhyh
Oh ALLAH make you liberate me
Your son is been lock in prison
Breaking out tonight to be free
Been sentenced by judge poverty
For money i

Henney
I got it by the gallons
Bottles in the back
If you think you're on my level
You done met your match
I just bent the corner
Diamonds on my hand
Fresh

changes come alive
I
Stop it
Now you need to drop it
Criticize with your eyes
Maybe change the topic
Bout to go and cop it
Sandals in the tropics
Stepping

first degree
And now your judgment coming from a pistol nigga held by me
Dear lord if he make it through them gates I consider you fraud
Cause I'm just

Son of a dreamer with dreams of Ownin a Beemer and a fly casino
But my thoughts they run deeper
Life and death I'm between em
Check the way that I

but I keep getting stoned in the process
Yea I was told my son don't like me
By the same foke that don't like me
They talking about this, they talk

Fresh of a hit
No double backing cause my gang neva miss
So you could get liqqed
I don't care you with ya son or a bitch cause eh
I do it for fun, I get

Care about your energy
People envy
Now you got a fake enemy
Niggas fanned out
But they swear they yo enemy
I got money now
But I ain't where I wanna be

can't say by to y'all
You sound stupid as hell if you think Eli fighting y'all
New bitch mean as hell she won't even say hi to y'all
Hundred blues in my

synecdoche
It simply lacks complexity
Those who died at 24
What are you looking for
Don't get tied within those loose ends
You'll lose your mind before it

But when I look in the mirror
It couldn't be clearer.
A self proclaimed Black King
Who can't be conquered by fear or
Another niggas opinion
Your shade

People hug and give each other kisses
Holding hands and walking side by side
But every time I try to charm a lady she runs away

What am I doing

Christmas is commercialization
An operation ran by the eastern syndicate
But don't spoil Santa Clause for all the little kids
It's super innocent
Check

their bull
Look how they try to blind me, the people seek the truth
Look how they hide me
Look how they play me by not trying to play me
Oh! It's like

style
We still makin' music at the spot right by your house
I'm like a 30 second fight, shit, I'm hardly around
Punchin' 9 to 5 clocks 'cause the bills

travel?
Down the path by which one dabbles
In the arts of antediluvian crafts
With yarn and glue

So gather twilight to your breast
And couch

Feel the shit in my bowels
Whoa, spit straight mottos
Kids live by but let me say some shit don't follow
Just sit, I'm tryna get a chip
Tryna get it