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me advice and then laugh at me
Behind closed doors
Just close the door, let me be by myself
Just me and myself
I'm tired of living, I cry, I hear

the jackpot
Don't do the gangbanging
But a lot of anger in me
But I keep some members with me
And you know that they be hanging with me
Mama raised me better
So

mouth always stay full of dick
You niggas is always tryna put me down
Saying I'm not a artist I'm a clown
Smoking that gonza got it by the pound
I'm

come hop in
Whoo! Find me chillin' in Rockland
Where the townies sell Oxys so
The coroners got coffins
It's my fault I'm paid, because of what I say
I

chasing me (Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooh, ooh, ooh, finally getting cash (I finally got it,

city insured to spam stretchers
Forget walking on water we make our food grow on it
We picked us up by the bootstraps they made the loopholes common
So

on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you

give a fuck
As your ex-man drove by so what
In the restroom we did it on the john
It's kinda crowded baby but then the fight went on

I'm really bold

worry into a downward spiral that won't end
Occasionally I feel like I am John Cusack, better off dead

Ignored my thoughts, so my body told me I wasn't

been on the top suicidal thoughts thinking of leaping
But I know my babies need me so I'm never ever leaving
Made a promise to my family I won't go back

They never gave me the chance, so I went and took it
Out on a high speed chase I was playin' hooky
Always been certified, never had to question
First

vibes so you gotta respect it
Respect the necklace, it reminds me of my effervescence
I'm kinda a designer, rhymin' and samples I'm findin'

You trample

Mercedes
Hand me down from the 80's Got called Broke as hell by hades
Work too hard for this so pay me 90's predecessor made me 
90's predecessor made me

Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake. 

Bitch Im

got lows for a band-aid, I got highs for 33
I'ma shine on all the family banded and deserted me
Desert Eve, I'm like John Wick with Chopstick, I'm Jelly

not in my zone
I fly by look they they out of control look nobody home
Me nobody can hold on the next case
My lawyers make moves while the crew go out

in this bitch and you know the side
I smoke weed by the zip so you know i'm high
All I know is stack ain't no more starving
I be running laps round

even 
Know cause They wearing uniform every day Riding down Tara walking up Flint 
Stop by the Sunoco get me some chips
Step in your backyard might take

dreams like liquor so you know I'm gonna chase
Stop saying what I'mma do and start doing what you say
I ain't never been a follower nigga, shot out one way

the fire
I just pray you hear my cries n I'm not wasting my time
John

Knock knock who's there, I can't find you
I've been searching everyday
I'm so sick

hands when you were oh so clean
From sponge baths to bedpans, saw me rot away
Slumped in a wheelchair, a year ‘til I could walk again
I healed up, but my

Johns, couple streets from Barrets/
Mama told me to avoid the neighborhood terrorists/\
I was a good kid, still gettin blurped/
Askin for my ID and search,

pair of
Reeboks and everything i can just see me
With tears running down me cheeks going
"Jeremy, they took advantage of me
When I were drunk i
Feel so

Fabreeze
Got a dirty thang clean plus you fly so I'm floatin yea
Uh yea
Pardon me
Need you closer than an artery
Made this jam for you I'm just showing you