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make friends, I make feelings hurt
Ill-behaved, man, I'm on my worst
No new friends, I put family first (woo)
Underneath the mask, I'm a monster (ugh)

Do You See?

Z-Ro

A Bad Azz Mix Tape: Slowed and Screwed

2003

Before the game over I know, I'ma be dumping my lead
Because I'm nervous by nature, the slightest move will get you shot
I've been known to help niggas

to end my sin, I need more washing
And all the devil does is try to make You want to doubt me
Everything I need becomes a fight
I try to power through

My future started yesterday when I saw peace
Of mind was just a glance away
You think a dance with the Devil is
Scary till you dance with fate
Been

This just chapter one shit now look how we stepping
Can't let a thing get determined by chance
This pressure gon' really expose who ain't friends
She

whoever takes my thunder
Sully my name
Y'all fight about subs and dubs
Bruv, I studied the blade

Choppin em down by the nape of their neck
Rocking a crowd

gone, your friends is wrong 

Your start to fall the devil got forms 

I be holding my arms till my trigger get broke 

And I don't understand how is

friends is wrong 

Your shit start to fall the devil got forms 

I be holding my arms till my trigger get broke 

And I don't understand how niggas is

I might not speak but he can here my heart
He just give me light through all the days which are kind of dark
Man the devil got his sneaky ways he

I just keep pushing myself
And the drugs don't help no more
They just making me paranoid, give me anxiety
I know my friends gettin tired of me, I

Want money in stacks, yeah yeah (Yeah)
My bitch real bad, real bad
Real shit? I'm really bad forever (Babyeater)

The devil wanna kick me while I'm down

by day basis
The sound of your breath was a pain in my anus
And honestly your sex was just OK-ish
You messed around, canceled my lust
Fuck you

some clout
That’s just not what I’m about (Woah)
You tryna make some friends
While I’m tryna make it out (No)
The struggle with my team
Gotta blow up out

Untitled Track

Dark Lotus

Tales From the Lotus Pod

2001

They'd rather sit and stare, and make fun of my hair
I'ma killa, I'ma devil, I'ma punk, I'ma traitor
My momma hate my guts, but I could never ever hate

to the devil, I left no F's (Rah)
666, that's the three numbers
That I fuck with
Pull up in tracksuit's, my man dump it
Pigs on the whip
'bout to dash them gloves

Fresh
In the flesh
Unimpressed by the rest
On my chest
I confess
Yall could guess
Lots to get
Off it fuck your politics
And fuck your clique
And fuck

or feast till I make it front street 
You won't ever be criticized by a real king 
You will never be villainized by ya real friends 
When you at peace you

I fought more battles than
A grown man should
I Lose more friends
Than I had cold looks
Goodbye to my unc's
who believe  I could
Who would of thought

Throwing punches with the devil 
Cuz he wanna bury you deep its time to get to shoveling
And my arms strong like I was peddling 
Drew out this path of my

Tears of pain running down my scarred cheeks
Choking on the sobs, soaking all my bedsheets
Outnumbered by voices pushing this coward to flee
Fighting

lazy, actin' dumb and I'm tired of it
Tryna get my money up by next year

Anywhere to make me happy, I'm there
Say what you wanna say about me, don't care

It's still the same thang
Ain't nothing changed
Me and my dogs trying to have thangs
Flipping our cheddar trying to maintain
Don't wanna go to jail

Karma Hotel

Ministry Offer

Smokin Beats

2002

you, Macristo's the name
Pretty young thing
Come into my room, I'd like to play a game, it's called "Doom"
Beat the friends and family
Gotta give

friends 
The devil saw the days ahead 
Now he wants me dead place a bounty on ma head 

Don't really care what they said I’m living life good 
Sleeping