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playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
Shit when I die don't cry for me my nigga
Find your purpose and live it
I'm doing what the fuck I want
This god's work right here
It was prophesied I
See Where I come from
You know We taught one thing
And that’s to and go get that bag You know By any means
Cause this is necessary
Best believe that
disrespect
I don't really like you white motherfuckers, that's just where I'm at
Screaming "All Lives Matter"
Is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit
the people that support it
Once we were free men but commerce pushed us to work for less
A wage-earner a hostage of your greed
System brought up by delirious
To survive and live life not like a tourist
And not just watch, but to experience all of it
I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By
just to work it
I work it out when the situations seems unworkable
Unreversible but God is most merciful
Many works, Many men converse
With soul
down, like I'm hustling work
Know I work hard by the sweat on my shirt
Thoughts are too wild my rhymes are berserk
cin't slowing down I'm not scum with
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
Levitibus..
I wanted some power of the chakra
With mofulean darkness describin' what I see in the process
Stone statues surrounded by neolithic objects
I do is work
But I just wanna play
Waiting for a check
Every time I get paid
Only got one chance
To live it my way
So why don't we dance
Our way
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
I gotta close the window before I record
'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With
never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead, or in jail
And I ain't really got much, but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit, I
self
I'm him
Understanding cultivation of myself
Taught me how to have a greater inner state (achoo)
Men greeting men, how to show respect
Eye
If this don't work I'ma trap again
My bitch don't work by the ass again
I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth
Got
'm on the that Keto shit, some people call me dumb
But Nutrisystem never work for no one
Living life too good, aye, aye, aye, life too good
Feeling like we
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for
glory
Hustlin', grindin'
Re-up put work on consignment
Then cash in
My clientele is swell
I flood the streets like the sewers let loose
Know my
And declared a declaration
And I don't need no independence
Cause I got the lord by my side
He the head I'm the limb
He say what to do I abide
He woke me up like
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
Raised by parents that worked on crops
That drop like stocks in Salvador
Born in a city that kills cops and pop one another
Hits the core
In Houston
I live my life
But not by design
I feel alive with you
I don't know why
Look in your eyes
Should of saw the signs
You show your love
But it ain't
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