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Captain cJ Griffin walked in the rain
cs the skeleton crew rowed away
He opened his door only to find
Someone else had stowed away
KcL
“It

get mugged and raided
crimes are drug related
and we live by the street rules that thugs created
clowns get smoked about a thousand folks
for sellin

Yo, Uh, Yo

What they gonna tell me?
I was down nobody would help me
Now the shops in fulham
I might be on made in Chelsea
Done 6 in the can came

to pain
Bang my head off the floor
Shove it in between the door
Broke my nose, it don't stop still wanting more
I'm bloody and bruised by my own

I do it for the city, if we down 3-1
I put my Kyrie’s on and bring the whole team back
"We Up To Something", believe that
Go ahead, go tweet that
Then

Now he's got survivors guilt, did he do it right?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep when the doors are closed
I wonder can I live anyway the wind blows?

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

Some believers speculate
New theories evolved to explain the legend
Known to emerge from the deep waters of the three rivers
Thought to had become

that I couldn't ever plow
Together triple three on cloud, king and queen with the crown
Pull you out when you drown, looking up never down
So why now

looking around and seeing all the face
Singing and praising our Heavenly Father, oh what a thing 
From Monday to Sunday I'm happy
Jesus The Lord, He always

house in order
For you see it's finito!

This family business
Don't be suspicious
Wit better slide
You know The Father, Son
Holy Spirit that live inside

I don't give a fuck it's like a horse with a broken leg
An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit
What's next?
Next time I see ya
I'll pull out my

Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em

I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my

a three headed weed
Identical to a clover
Swear I'm young at 26
But my mind is older
Every day I evolved 
As the nights got colder 
So no wonder as I

this out

What it boils down to
(What it boils down to)
Is that I can live with this no longer
 
cnd i'm ready to dump you
(I'm ready to dump you)

For the money preach peace in my word
But if I call up my Five Guy's that beef'll get served
All the wolves are my bro's like my fathers son's
Got

the buns sway
Live what the Son say
Never complain
I'm Done running game 
No need to run plays
We let the loop ride
Just for fun's sake 
And I ain't gon make

BITCH!)
We on some shit boy/

[Verse 1: Tarek]
Heard a knock knock on the door, glock cocked by the floor/
Pop shots if it’s war, blocks hot like a whore/

have lost me
But I'm not catching up with
Them over hot tea
I got one bottle got two bottles not three
I just need my family (forever)

Your old fling

Just had a talk with my momma told her son was gone make it
Just got off the phone with my sis told her big bro is not playing
Just talked to my pops i

You aint gon keep playing games this whole time

Imma whole lotta trouble
Im Milton Bradley son
So all aboard
But before
You walk inside 
Leave yo

an IC3, wow
Got stopped the other day on the
Mains by some Feds dressed plain
And somebody drove past playing my CD loud
You wanna see 'em right now
I'm

and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me 
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money 
Make it mortgage money

fold
But no I can't fold cause I live by that code
Internet nigga you only a troll
17 making them drugs on a stove
Can't backdoor me all my doors stay