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got a job welding pot for the army

Then a paper that your father signed years ago
Turned a little man's dream into a money hole
If you didn't know

get punked 
HE WANT SMOKE  HOLD ON  
I smell it 
Uh

Stop, drop, roll his ass 
Hole in a nigga like a thin grocery bag
I'll fold a n***a 
Like a folder

fuck fashfa when you get the degree
My mind on Chris Masters
More dollars than a strip club run by a rich pastor
That's uhh... different angles

sticking to my fucking roll
Hit the studio flip a o I ain't in the hole
I'm not hiding im just trying tryna get to the top
So I got no time for some petty

to a chair begging for her life
But that evil bastard only gave her one more night

As the years went by I grew more dignified
Got a college degree a job in

was off, my water cold
No sleep, I'm trying to let it roll
I'm trying to make it out da hole
And Trying to grind up to a whole
I was brought up by

Intro:
To live and die in Amerikkka
My niggas died by Amerikkka
My momma cried in Amerikkka 
Will I survive in Amerikkka 
Look At the man the mirror

my youth
So I been tryna make the most of the days and the friends that I have
So I light up and blaze and when I get in my bag
I been like Toph in her

get some peace
Will my brothers and sisters ever stop getting killed by the heat
Cus these demons lurking in the shadows are filled with hate and deceit

tell my team to meet in the lobby
I'm bout to check out
Woah kid came through with the rocks on the drip drop
Workin' out the window at a fast food job

who in yo circle
What separate me and you
Is if my partner do a bid
I'm a teach him how to get his money up to raise his kids
Send jobs show him skills

this the new image
Yeah that's right you get percentage
If you do right by me right beside me
Is my new apprentice
I cannot stop 'cause I need me another

unless thats what the check say 

He get no hoes
Shake him off
He get no money shake him off
He got no job shake him off
Nigga a fraud shake em off 
I been

and that's why 
For one pair of two-three's, he get shot with four-fives

Oh my, God, it's so, wrong
For every blooming flower there's a snake in the garden
Oh

Now I'm in da building no roof no ceiling no heart no feelings bout to 
Kill it kill it kill it

Full of Testosterone dis Bitch about to get it blood

Look here,
I was at hole side supporting my cousin while he DJ,
Chilling in corner peeping out the grown men's child's play,
Boys walking in and out

by one like some nails we gon clip him
All that acting tough get you cut like he failing auditions
Put the beats on em if he move out of rhythm
Talking

broke and can't get a job
On top of it college is mailing
About the cost I owe
Seven grand and not even
A single class I bought
On top of that I can't

Without the smog on my back and a number from the feds
Told me get a job by owning real estate up in they head huh
Society is vexed because I flex now
Put

that I'm trapped in
I hate every day that passes by
Better off dead motherfuck this life
I hope my daughter never feels this way (way)
I hope my son

it gyrates
I dont judge a book by how the spines shaped
But I do judge a foot by how it looks in some wine grapes
No myspace blind dates
Just blind

and blue 
Lights behind me from out the blue 
Wipe the sweat off and play it cool 
Who's he gonna pick, bitch me or you?

Get all your papers

done even worse
I drink but I'm never full
Plenty of ales lead to plenty of tales
In some dirty watering hole

Harvery Wallbanger
Caught a case

jobs be fire ...
Ok ok I'll get off this..
Sike her blow job fire like she fanning flames in her office...
Like gay niggas with servants...
God Gang is