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I choose to be lonely
It's over now
I'm sick of the arguing
So it's over now
You make my head ache
You make my heart burn
I toss and turn while I

free,
Been in the feds like 40 years
And still got more years ahead
Feel like I deserve a trophies

All the shit I survived
All the pain, sin in my life

of heart
A little is more than enough to go far
Bar by bar
I can't wait til Ill look my mom in the face
And tell her we gone be okay
Okay
You follow

And force me to accept my life's denial

A bestial pain makes my head ignite
My own implosion, my own demise
My body is spilled all over the ground
My spirit

EvanThomas750's out, cause Ill knock you the fuck out. Drinkin
40's with the Frauds, on the phone with my mom, cause I cant pay
my rent, money was lent. Messaging

Go On Without Me

Brett Eldredge

Bring You Back

2013

late at night
I'm walkin' right beside you, and nobody's by your side
I don't want you to cry over my memories
So go on without me
Without me

Without me

I got, I got
I got, I got (two to beam up, Scotty)
I got a .40 on my hip, I got a 30 up my nose
I got twenty inch rims, holdin' it down with ten

Live and Let Die

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Live and Let Die

1992

because this bein' broke shit just ain't makin' it 
Cause I grew up in the fast line 
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games

a break less you racking em
Bars jumping over heads so i try
Keep it short like an Acronym
I leave a mark with my lines on my flo like I’m vacuuming
Man why

em stank
Get a face shot a nigga think I’m fake
Have my nigga clap you put you in the lake
Stealin niggas food off they dinner plate
Go head say

shot like a arrow
In the krib I think I left my lights on
With my gang they guns got all they lights on
This glock 40 this is not a python
Layin back she

Yall know my body
look
Yall know how it get when I get in my bookie
champions over here its ain't a hoodie
She taken it like she a bully
Aint wipe my

I'ma always rep my set
Be passionate, sit down, and I swear you gon' be next

Shot, pull the beam, right up on your head if you play
Chase a nigga down,

bands, tellin' me I need to get my head right
I don't know, put the money over hoes
Mix the soda with the foam

Bitch yeah, let me put my dick on your face

easy you can fake it
When you see me it be on me my bitch 40 she a rapist
Every time I'm in the club I sneak it in cause we don't play that
If you

This shit dead, rock and roll to this beat
ESPN, sold my soul to the streets
Caught some beef, that shit over with me
I'm with 6 Block, I got my

that's the same song
I think he undercover asking what Mary Jane cost
Brodie got backstabbed tryna put a lame on
My shooter like the Human Torch, all he

that hoe fine i cant stress about the bitch (Hell nah)
Forty bands on my wrist everybody hate Chris (Forty bands)
He ran up and get X'd off the list
That

Bakari
Hip hop and dance hall, my back against a wall
Bobbin my head to some Paul Wall & Bob Marley
Shorty doowop had the dance floor on smash
Dudes in

,yeah, yeah, yeah I don't wanna go
Thottie been up in my mind like Geronimo Niggas hatin' all the time, you get chopped up bro
40, I can't tell

the jars we lacing
But I feelin my heart, racing
Give a girl good head
She waste it
And she just tryna go home
With the team
But she too turned off this

Last night in the studio I made a couple hits
Riding playing that potting my plays
Next month I'm tryna clock 40k
Counting up while I watch the bulls

see it spillin' off
Spillage Village to the coffin
I been on my grind like damn, ooh
Think I'm finna lose, you a damn fool
Mind over matter, get the dab

how you feel
Ima man I can deal with it I swear to god
I a live by myself before I die being a fraud
And that's on my dawgs 

All them niggas ain't yo