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ain't built to last homie... 



I was born for this rap ish,

cll the trials we outlasted 



Ya'll stashed green by them bedsprings, 

We had bugs in

inviting 
In theory I'm pure 
I do not move 
If I'm not sure  
What do I have to prove 
If I'm  judged 
By the much less 
Who are Jealous 
That I'm much more

I’m back, at it 
Packin, another bowl it’s crack, to my raps
Givin presents to my absence,
No lack n the lab, qibo 


Ha, on my way to fame
Nigga u

bad kids
I was bullied my whole life
Even called a faggot
I was drunken out sleeping by the dumpster by the maggot
My life was so tragic
But, every time

brothers boxing Coke and I gotta punch lines
Get it? Box coke and I punch lines
Gonna make it a quick rap I got a crunch rhyme
Got the biggest family

get tricked off the streets
Don't be tempted by the smell of beef, can't have that and eat
I don't fuck with no rats, I don't bring sand to the beach

2 The Head

Ant Banks

Sittin' on Something Phat

1993

For the funky beats I made I get for my grade 
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, I can't hang with you 
Cause I'm from Oakland, bitch, where the game is

Now this ain't all about niggas, I know some trifling hoes
Rather get they hair fixed, than by they kids some clothes
These hoes rather go, to the club

thang free
And if you don't know that by now, you will never know
You know what I'm saying, you wanna shine you get your grind on

[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]

Started from the trap, now I rap
I'ma be the same nigga
 I'm grateful where I'm at
Trenches and the savages
They put me to the test
I ain't spendin'

As I'm writing this, I'm about to turn seventeen
Jan 5th could we put down all our weapons please?
A long shot I know but you don't ask you don't get

standin' by my leg
I can't stand right (Uh, uh)
If this was The Source days
I'd get five mics, ugh

Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast
Niggas braggin'

jealous, got a sticky in the Hall
Got his ankle vanish wasn't claiming for a Foul
Yeah they called me loser, now they wanna see me Ball
Makin a shit tonne,

shit bro
Yeah, turn me up in the headphones
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, yeah
It was my dream to be like Biggie up on my posters
We all get a shot but you clutching all

right out of the market
Scolding these dogs, like they pissed on the carpet
If you don't want smoke, then don't get me started
Everyone raps, but most

and fuck you up

People got jealous and they turned on us

Like Imma beg to be around 

Y’all niggas is nuts

So it’s clear sometimes you got to get

Who you know do it better
DND get ups
Million dollar man I'm in the palace doing sit ups
Hate to see it niggas got some cheddar and they switched up

not stress the fact that I better rap or it's back to the slammer no steak or punani
Still ain't no breaks I been grinding
Been putting all of this time

a single mother 
cnd she had to raise me 

In a city where black men 
is getting killed by police

Or become another statistic
When enrolled in the streets

breakthrough
Hope I don't fall short of time
I just wanna change my image
And become one of a kind
This right here my rap song about depression
I gotta thank God

cheese
Keep my lungs full of collard greens
But we on though by any means
I need sprite and a pint of lean
All broads get the Jimmy Dean
Hit the block with

They get jealous, so start grippin'
Never worry your brothers sharp
Niggas a turn up missing
By this point in your life
You just focused on stackin'
Back

a wannabe knee slapper
Never been jealous I'ma honoree master head honcho with colossal stature
I'm from the heights you will never see
More bricks broken by

Everything around the world start to come to me fair

Everyone around the world start to get jealous of your shares
It's hard to share when back then nobody