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I belong
And I won't let nothing stop me, even when the road gets choppy, till my fan base grows to 10 million strong
Actin' like I don't know right

Never

Sadat X

Generation X

2008

a tre
Bust my ass and at night I heard her pray
Lord don't let my boy succumb to
But it was too late, I already begun to
Hanging with the knuckleheads

we make am imma stay up on my ten toes
They give you help turn around to tell alot of people
I pray you make it to the top but don't forget your people

it's on the right now with the
 Rest of people, I should know the rest of them don't tell me, I bet I'll see what the lemon
 Spoon is, what we're nigga

setting to mum upsetting
Back then my beaters were Yeezy
The fit was easy
They kept me tweaking
My mum was freaking
Over spending and eating
Needed to reset

thigh
Man I wish it was that easy, but I'm happy it's not
Since she was playing hard to get, acting real cold with me
I told her here's my number, if you

longer
I don't even know I feel like a monster
I blow up my feelings
Deal with their dealings
Then all the sudden all y'all just leaving
Be scared of rage

is there really to call to
Just stay strong my guy don't let it ever control you
Seeing you frown it's bumming me out
I'm sure you're tired of feeling

And you're watching me fiend like I'm chasing a dream
I'm slaying the dragon, but my body leaks
Know I'm hurting from harm and our apathy things
Thus thinking

of silence
My nigga's is ruthless
Yeah my nigga's is tyrants
You nigga's is wilin
We don't parley with sirens
Don't ask how I'm doing
I be out here surviving

my neck like a wrestling belt
And my money so long, I need a separate account
Gang squad at my show tryna figure me out
"What's with all

This Nigga hell bent
I'm tired of doing the same old shit that niggas did
I'm tired of living a life set out by y'all for me to live
The plan was to make

name as a face tat?
Know you by your first, can't replace that
Beefin' with your niggas, so you stay strapped
Believe me it's religious, where your

picture
Lint lickers, spit-sickers, so you starstruck
Mackin' for the energy my fingers exude stardust
Beef with me it's more than just a hard touch
Bout

Savor the moment, yeah you know I stay focused
To my mom I'm a poet, I write lyrics so potent so know this...

You may not know me
But let me tell you one

you independent
Speaking of which by extension
That makes you a legend
That's why dead presidents represent

Owo
Mo fẹ lowo 
Owo 
(Run that shut back

it out the struggle 
You can't me Nothing 
I'ma Run it up Because 
I got that hustle in my Blood
Came from St.louis
Got that hustle in my blood 
I got

shot from a doctor
I felt his proposal was improper
Trying shoot me up with the same sickness that's lame business
I don't blame em that's they game they

surprise
This ain't nothing that I learned this shit been in me by design

Tell me who gone be the watchers
Tell me who gone be the gunners
Put that stick up

of the matter is that regardless of these women,
I cant just let what you told me escape from my mind,

I grew up fortunate enough to not deal with these racist

and every second i'm out on that
hustle i sit and i cussin hoping reallity pass me by
right on by and i'm not gonna sit and lie all of my
life is very fine

fucking chopsticks up your motherfucking gum
I don't know where my god damn life is headed
I'm just trying to get by, trying not to end it
I swear, to me

walk in my shoes
Life is a game and ion play by the rules
Aye
Y’all niggas is slaves
Working for yo mans
Y’all niggas is maids
Nigga like me, yeah I

a
Pack who's most ghastly
Still know it right and exact
So don't ask me

We roam the streets at night
Doppel don't sleep at night
We roam the streets