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(It's Great John beats, baby)
Look
Look (Great John on the beat, by the way)

I hope that you niggas realize that, my niggas put in pain
I hope

Just let go and escape
Going out
Going wild
Feel our hearts race yeah
Cuz we come by when it late
Young wild and free
After the moon we chase so
In

walked out for some pocket change
Let's rearrange, I'm going back to the past
A year before my last homie past
He wanted to escape his fate by selling that

The problem with people goes like such
They don't got a mind but speak too much
They handle their dealings by actin' on feelings
And twist all

my goals getting nearer
The only one I fear is the man in the mirror

Drove by another Homicide
A kid died mama cried happens all the time

I feel

double make it clap
Back alleys to the stu
The feds the on the block they make it hot
Spent a couple racks
I had to make it back

Had to learn to hold it

nigga

You got a choice, get money or die broke, 
Stay strapped for your rivals, by any means, 
I learned how to make $50 dollars stretch like

Yo
Welcome to the UT radio station where we
Play what you feel and what you feel is what we play
Um the next few songs are by someone who is named UN

All my opp's wanna talk smack
When I pull up to they block they get cooked like some crack ay
My youngin' tryna catch a body
I just dropped off

more block then a left at the bus stop
"Aye what you doing?"
Looked at a silhouette in the back alley
While he came fast at me
I started walking a lil

Switchin everything up from the game i'm a far cry 
Pull up all black on ya block like im darkrai
8 gym badges turn to 8 fucking homicides
hop up on  my

Mike Brown got shot what was y'all response?
Y'all got up and burned down the entire block
That's black businesses hurt, now he ain't got a job
And can't

Yeah, yeah
(Beats by Choc)

Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money comin' in, that's

Day
That day won't come anymore
You'll send me the money, as if that shit was all
I know we don't live in the same block, but distance was the shit

knicks and dimes
I’m not trying to survive 
I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it alot, niggas they hate keep a gun by my cock
Meet tia and tamera

that's when the ground will
Suddenly invert
Upside down
Sun shine bound
By my carnal criticism making uptight clouds
Some find out
That a numb life pounds

Met her on the Eastside, but she from the North
All my niggas keep heaters by 'em, yeah the torch
Talkin' big shit, bet his bae ain't have that

uncle and pops
Would die for these people, I love them a lot
Some niggas be thinking it's love at the block
But how would you know the shootings wont

is benevolent
Help your journey by using the elements
And everything's carbon the truths in the melanin
It's all relevant, my minds elegant
I'll never

see real always recognize
She thick but the ass don't match the thighs
All black matte 8-cylinder turbine
Hemi engine roaring, skrrt, when I vroom by

Eatin’ the dust from an ill villain
Ripping down your block grinning, dirt in my grill and
Snicker while I’m speeding down your residential street

Well, it's 2:45 PM
Wake up from snoring, open DMs
Can of Red Bull by the bed
Vape is charged and Snapchat's read
What's poppin'?
What's poppin'?

music by myself,
in the studio I dwelled.
Dropped a project but I can’t really promote it
there no shows and I hate putting work in fo’ no one to notice

Don't throw your stones
Cause I turn rubble into building blocks
Someone get me out my ego
Stop pretending like were equal
I made a home for all the evil