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And break me for this bread
Motherfucker take all this lead, yeah
That's what I said
That's two down and two to go
But, then the others disappeared, yo
So,

I'm gold, no brick
We fight the things we know that man can't see
But I ain't stopping 'til I'm proven, that's by any means
And He ain't never been

Niggas Like 2 mean Mug
Till They Get Hot Shots
But I Need The Cream Tho,
Early Out The Box
Like Dot 
Was Premature (. . . .)
Early On The Block
They

with it 


I been gripping on the pen and I’m killing it on the riddim, but they’re chilling 
I been getting kinda sicker by the minute, they’re tryna

Conflict

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

and Wesson's
Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexin'
Spot lock for possession, welcome to the real world
Taught 'em why I hate this (We don't a fuck who it is)

words, counted me out, 1s and the 2s
Nevertheless, came back on my P's and Q's
You lost in the world, challenging me is reason to lose
Puttin' on designer

been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake

loaded up I'm goin' hunting'
You the type to talk shit
But you always frontin'
2 twin bad shorties give me suction
That choppa get drummin' it
Sound like

loaded up I'm goin' hunting'
You the type to talk shit
But you always frontin'
2 twin bad shorties give me suction
That choppa get drummin' it
Sound like

Married to the trap
Disgusted with the rest
But I break your ass on your type preferred
High Standard shit on me this the regular
With two high level

without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all

different killers and six different guns
Uh, if I can't get no blick inside this bitch, tell promoter I cancel the show
Give me head for thirty minutes

I'm afraid to be gone. Thinkin of makin your satan lead on. Fakin my sanity
Brain in me songs. My faith, it is faithfully makin me hate that I

not to piss me off
She said she had to tell me something bitch save that thought
Every minute every second i'm thinking of my daughter
Bitch i go

at
Or maybe put him on his chest
With knee on his neck for 8 minutes 46 seconds
To see how it feel
Let’s take his life
Let’s take his will
I’ll be goddamned if

Verse 1 

Phone turned off I ain’t taking no calls busy on the digi weighing by the 8 ball 

Hustle anything coke opiates weed Molly guns clothes hoe

you to grow, be by your side as you get old
Introduced me to royalty, I've seen kings and queens
Showed me how reality is made out of dreams
Keep

If I drip on it that means I'm in it to kill
For a minute I had obsession
At school I skipped classes
For studio sessions
Obsession,  confusing I

me up
Step out of his car he got his hand on his weapon
Got my hands on the dash causes i could die at any second
License registration but his tone

greenlight
I gave myself that greenlight
I tell me to go in second person
I put myself on it's not a persona
Pushing my pulse
Picking my punches
Pain ain't

wasn't winning
I can tell the future I'm getting plenty
Spread that all around it's boost my percentage
Like to own my shit I hate when it's rented
Drive

a license
And a heart full of reckless entitlement
This one's for you
Uh, I took a step outside
I shoulda' looked both ways
Cause the second I was under

And two parents, one I hate, and one that's fucking up bad
I'm tryna make shit work, working my ass for nothing
God, will he give me something
Smash, all

Graduation Day

Gym Class Heroes

The Papercut Chronicles

2005

hooked
Her senior year, needless to say it was one big tragedy
And I hate to break it, but it doesn't end happily
A warm day in May, the sky was so