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Better watch who you talk to
We aint doing drive bys
We pull up we hop out and we walk through
Draco catch a nigga
Stay strapped with a blick nah i aint

Drop the package off with you, hold it down for me You take the risk that no side chick could do I am forever loyal to you, my baby
To disrespect

free, he want him
A verse I'ma tax him a fee, yeah
He don't get money, no, no
That boy he broke like a joke
His ho a goat with the throat
I get the cash

Everyone knows 3:16, it's the baseline for this faith
13:35 yo, that's another one said by Truth
Oh now you're not listening, cause being saved means lovin

not even a peep 

But see him again, one day they did 
Our very large friend had become paper-thin 
His girth, was no girthier than even a pin 
Not even

they will die
Trapped by the one
Who has wrapped them in lies

The creep's not alone
He plots with his friends
The forum they have
Is a circle of sin

Although, I hate him
But my will fights relentlessly against this spirit
But my will fights against this spirit
All the time
But my will no longer allows all

Time was standing still, in a cold, cold night
The army of the dead was raised again
Back where it all began, the final deed was done.
No one can

"What Shall I bring  for you"?
"We want nice clothes and fine jewels."
"We want nice clothes and fine jewels",
Father, "There are no Red Roses in our

motherfuckers is dumb
Y'all busy clapping for Curry when he shooting the threes
So you too blind to see when we shot by the police
Got somebody's little boy

Na, I never had to act tough, or talk slick
My presence by itself always told em what it is
I got no time to be actin like a bitch
I expect

increased twice in size
Meaning I no longer have time to feed each other lies
I'm tryna grow up and move on with my life
But I can't 'cause I'm hypnotized by

Nyundo to light
Ah, high as a kite
AM till night, I know a plug who send it anywhere by bike
Siet, ilinihit iron Mike on the mic I ain't alright
It's

brudne spodnie parę groszy tonę wspomnień i nadzieję że już zaraz to pierdolnie

I co walisz flachę po koncercie ze mną
I jeśli wierzysz w to tak mocno no

and the beams
My shooter like Curry, he shoot for the 3
Even though I don't need no assist, I can do it myself
Been having stripes, might as well be the ref
And I

of an eye it can burn within the fire
I'll just keep on workin' till I need no introduction
And stayin' modest till the day I die no repercussion

me doing laps
It won't ever be the same, ain't no point in turning back
By my lonely
I just went MIA, need to lay low
'Cause I need to focus

ain't had no sleep
I got PTSD, I can't see myself fall off (turn)
Who done all them drills that the opp boys talk of? (turn)
We play foul, so the ref

[Verse 1]
I just wake up every day, I do what I have to do
No excuses, no complaining, I just fucking follow through
And life’s a struggle, but it’s

my brightday
roll a joint with my cru riding
in the Hood all day I keep it calm
with no stress I know if I die one day
in the ghetto one day I will

the spot
Feeling like pistol the pete with shot
You in the way then a body gone drop

Love on no bitch but i fuck on a thot
Dont do a bed we just fuck

I was locked up in jail when me little brother died
No lies
It's probably the most iv ever cried
We spoke on the phone just before his last ride
But

mean the garage filler,
Yeah yeah, the H1 hummer.
Ain't just sleep they slumber.
There ain't no such thing as Z-notes,
So I need to C more butter.
There

And lacking motivation (lacking motivation)
We fall behind
Ambition blind (huh)
If there's no road yet, guess we'll make one

The sloth got so tempting