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bugging is some dudes trying to be sly
Fronting like they my friends, when all they wanted to do was P.I
Asking me questions, trying to analyze and verify

makes me wise
Pray for family ties
Don't cross I'd hate to fight
Risk it all thats your life
Down for tribe like I'm Phife
For the fam down to ride
By rap

by the gun
So i always thought ima go out like that
Boom boom like that
Then i realized im fourteen i aint tryna die eighteen 
Aint tryna die eighteen

by goofs
Like a hula hoop
Had to make my way out that bitch
Hoe' I'm bulletproof
Since a youngin', they been all tryna joc
It's goin' down at yo spot

adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe? Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money, but

And them scriptures start to manifest

Call this album 40, cause previously it means to stand the test
Every time I look at my family, I'm like, man, I

STD
Born one year after 1993 Till Infinity
And I'm still reppin' the Beach
Ready to cook an album up with Mr. Leaky P
Ready to rip the game in half like

get chased by feds
Everybody in the car better know
That I'm failing to stop
'Cause like Luis Suárez
These police love taking a shot
But an enemy

Fredo right in the lake (YUH) 

Don't, try me 
Like that means don't approach me 
Got my album on the way your girl will keep you posted 
I'm focused, I

a lot of em ain’t made it at(Ain't made it)
When the homey Skoota died I swear to god it was a major death(Aye R.I.P)
Look out for your ppl you never know

my career, then we gon’see
I hope the albums you're gonna work on
Gon’ sell a ton
But all your productions gon’ flop
I took that personally, felt like

something this big?
Hopefully this is just the beginning (yeah, I hope so, P)
What can you say, man? It feels like a dream
If you don't know what we mean,

You can get the chrome get
The fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think
I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by

don't even know where I'd be if I didn't have friends beside me

Like low key high key
They gon' be V.I.P.
Change the perspective, made it 4D
And yeah,

joking 
Could have put the album out any day, but the mixtape free promotion 
Don't worry about my business, cause twenty-four seven I'm open 
Ain't took

cant forget me
I'm too good for the past
My future lit up like a drive-by, off the gas
She faking a lot shit, how long you been wearing masks
I'll smoke

the block
I got this shit on lock
I'm Mick Foley with the sock
Like young Kobe with the rock
I'm P. Diddy with the crop
I get the bag, this shit full up

right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got

Defined by delivery I was cmazon 

I am not of this world it's what I landed on 

I shoot my shot till it's empty you rappers canons gone

Mc's

Run

Silkk the Shocker

My World, My Way [Clean]

2001

talkin', I'mma relax 'em dawg
Relax there fawl
Ten is what I'm gonna count,
You ain't wit these niggas you better bounce like a basketball
Dirty South, where

to your Dome.

Fought in the wars R.I.P to the foes raised by the wolves I got a head full of goals. From the generation that got to see Jeter play.

Home

and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By

finding peace
Can't sell my soul to this streets, I'm going hard like Master P
And I've been walking many miles, I been starving, gotta eat
And free my bro

that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you