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of hurt, and full of pain
It's two colors you can claim
It's two colors you can bang
Picking up a fucken gun
Point it right into your brain

My gang gon roll

who is my master/
By definition a Bastard so is my existence set in stone oh that’s laughter/
God doesn’t speak to me or he is whispering but it’s hard

noise
Yeah, ask me how I do it, I told them practice make it perfect
Nigga, just stay up out the jail, nigga, just do it if it's worth it
Try to tell my

Nobody
When That's All We Need, Aye
Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody
When That's All We Need, Aye
My my, have times changed
It sounds strange
Coming

cant be your hub baby I aint gettin married
I'm stand fuckin bitches, it really very scary
My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long

You On You

Yella Beezy

Ain’t No Goin’ Bacc

2018

moves, you act like I did you too wrong
Been down the road before, I been knowin' you for too long
But you're lucky treatin' me and it got your mind too

y'all still make the same mistakes
I'm about to grab y'all by a noose and tie an end to discussions
I'm like the Big Bang begin and end to destruction
She

went thru tho
He don't matter like Pluto, shards
This bodybag hidden like Cluedo
He needed a check by reality
I dare em to battle me
Step up to the plate

up in the car
She can't know where i live
This lil hoe might just try slime me Out
And send them pussies by my crib
Certified i'm strapped with chops

at the bank by my first name
Walking in, they like, Jared, how you doing
Bitch, I'm doing great
Yeah, I'm living life
This shit, you cannot do
The opps is

Every day that I wake up pain inside
Yeah I've still got that pain in my life
Back then I was just trying to get by
Now days I'm just trying to stay

better go check the squad
My team better than yours
My team my team better than yours
I could down a couple shots and catch a buzz in a hoodie
Get a woody

there smoking till she hella tweaking
Bout to get it down for all my friends her bed is hella creaky
Up in the apartment and them wooden floors is

Till I got enough to make bank
Till my respect is earned n' paid
I've done a lot as the years growing older
But deep down inside to be honest I want more

that we consider 
We might really need a gun  We might really need a gun

Yeah Mac, Yeah I gotta get back to my Sugar Smack

Me too baby , 
You should

the kids

But hold on, let me calm down, they might just see me as a threat
my bad for speaking on this shit, I'm just a rapper coming different
And I ain't

ain't shit to me if you ain't real
I'm from the burb side
Whippin' and swerve by
20/20 vision up in my third eye
Got it mapped out with a X on it like

to eating pussy i'm the biggest fan of it
And if she mowed the front lawn
Imma be down there till dawn
She be yelling oh my god when i bang her like a gong

I'm in the crib with my robe on, feelin' tranquil
When my bitches give me back rubs I'm bout to get my roll on, I'm stuffin' backwoods
I wish I had

Huh
Huh
(Call Wano Up Like Make a Beat For Me)
Huh...

A nigga got sick
Had to change up my taste
And once I went broke that had changed up my ways

nigga

Invictus on my heart, I'm down to die by it
Fuck her from the back, she play the victim
Like a motherfucking dog, nigga, sic' me
Lord knows I shall

the leathers (extras)
They know where I be, I'm in the favela
Come through with the-, my nigga got the Dweller (ayy)
Baby, I'ma go getter
They know where I

creep where you sleep
Go to mass and you get shot
By a little freak
Yo talk is cheap
Guns for funds
Ya can’t stop whats inside my lungs
In Aztlan we be

Good Morning America

H.O.T. Ones

Live on Lenox Ave.

2000

in my house
I feel thugged out, me & you can slug out
Bullets in the field now they coming in the dug out
Shut down the club-house, lock out like