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Life's like a video game, that's why I drive while I text,
Cuz if I wreck and die, I still got two lives left
That's not correct?!
How many people have
I'ma make you proud)
(I know life is full of contradictions)
(I'm tryna become a better man)
(Prayin for redemption, each and every day)
tryin', tryin', tryin')
(To get you under my pressure)
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
down pat
Be beating niggas senseless
Nothing's pretense, bitch
It's real like a Dairy seal
Myself, I like to steal
Klep gotta do what Klep gotta do, so
faded
Know that only notice her
Body rather her conversation
Rushin', lustin' sexual favors when
The hours chasing
Midnight at 2 pm, a vampire in Jordan
basis
Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases
This is a city full of culture and different races
Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls
'ight
Walking by faith, not walking by sight
Road to Damascus, it was so bright
I done saw Jesus in all of his might
Now if I see a demon it's gon' be
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Bed-Stuy's in this borough
It's full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is thorough
From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin cons
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
X
Polyester
from Award Winning Movie Themes by Orphan Train Project
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Fear has its hands on the people of God like puppet strings
Forcing them to make decisions in full control of their actions
Some of us don't even
pop a pill
Im bouta die
Goin like Killy I wanna deal
Side by side I wheelie up in these hills
Scooter game sick
Suburban the way I'm built
Im west side
Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that
Turn the fucking lights out
I’m sitting here by myself
With a pencil tryina get the lines out
Of an empty mind in a night cloud
Full of doubt
Still
getting better at steady rate
Every project is a step up from the last
I'm taking the hard road and it's full of broken glass
Cuts under my feet remind me
Hill project was your outlet
You was a target
Or organized outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
Your wife hired some hit man to kill you
the AM time is funds gotta get this dough
While your man's in cunch surrounded by rats and cats tryna push this snow
Recently he got 2.5 for the county
[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
Us Back"
These two albums set off consciousness in rap
But all along, I'm still lookin' around
And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down
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