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h**
Came to Philly from Dade h**
Getting right to them pesos
All this green but no jade h**
See I'm not trying to save h****
I just want what I pray for

on fire, on Wade hoe
Came to Philly from Dade hoe
Getting right to them pesos
All this green but no jade hoe
See I'm not trying to save hoes
I just want what

for the kids with the big ole dreams
Know the world don't give, gotta take it by force
Woah
Now we back in it, the city I step in, the mayor I'm shaking

Seminal 
Vas Def
Knights
Electric sliding
For tyrants
Now That's chess
Back's guess 
More kids can make an entrance
Part of contract 
Signature
Marked

reasons
Opposite to mine, pour emotions on this mic
Call it soul shine
Do it for my love, do it for my self-control
Creating from passion, I withhold
It's

for you
You ain't a killer
Dog who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me
I'mma stab your team up

I need alotta gwallah
The type u stacc and pile up
Type u get from powder
Need it by the minute fucc this by the hour shit
Cuz i need a million

they be dwelling in
Had to get they money from the banks that they rob again

But I made all my racks just by buying slaves and selling them
My grandma

em up
Just for inspiration
Call me Einstein
I'm trying to subtract
Anxiety and depression
From the equation
Trying to refrain 
From these psycho

that picture too big for da way that I sin
I was gettin' busy, nigga told me "get it" , I did it
Now I got my own grind, income come from da rhymes
I'm

deliver
Uh, out in Russia you might shiver
See the moonshine inside my liver
George shot Lenny by the river
(Uh)

Dipping tobacco inside of my lip

Beat drops and I try to
Get a clap goingBlank stares
Like these kids have never seen a rap show
This is Yale
Guess they've never seen a rap show
If I

Our daddy liked George Jones
Haggard and Buck Owens
Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles
And The Rolling Stones

When I was just a little kid
I

can't even let that birdie talk
Who gave you, that info, I don't know why I heard that shit
By word of mouth, pretty lil' bitch
She from up north, came

a Philly Alt-Right tried to kill me 
Dropped my cheesesteak and grabbed the Mack semi 
scuffling, shot a republican in the face with it 
only the 2nd time

made it here
Man from a boy, wheat from a chaff
Bull from a calf, stick to a staff
Cedar Wood to Raf, picture to a graph
I was shy little kid standing

You should bring it on
Whoever want to get some
I tell'em bring it on
And I don't care where you from
Homie bring it on
My shit is thorough I ain't

the South. Cuz when my mom had her first kid, she had to fear for her house. This is two-thousand and twenty. Yet the klan would still start a shoot out for

the grid , a nigga gone off the map
cscended from the trap, by now y'all figure that
I turned pieces and pounds to a budget for rap
Thotty bitches begging

gold fingers in my pocket
Facial features of a god kid
My Zombie niggas dead but the god is alive
I'm half Tanboy, but black on both sides
From Uptown

Look me in my eyes 
Man I got kids 
I ain't trying to die 
They need a father 
Not another black man killed by the power 
Pedophiles running these

knew as toddlers
By sixteen schooled in scams and plaqas
I learned it from my dad I learned it from my gramps
My brother my uncle the Low life Ghetto

Motion Picture

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

ducks"
I dug in my pockets so I could load the milli up
And all I felt was Phillies blunts, I'm pissy drunk
Body me, how can it be? We blood brothers

with the white tee shirt from chaps
Damn near bet my whole life every time on 6 8 niggas know I ain’t ever gone crap
All of my vibes they high