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I just look up at the sky
Man "it is what it is" I said that like a hundred times
In a second
Now I feel I'm threatened
By myself I'm like
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
bars
Heard Ghostface was here twista
Shout out to them: Legends
I go by the name of Cassidy though
Let's get to it
My flow been ill
I never took it
a rapper homie, I'm just a G
How the fuck can they love me
If they out there in the streets, talking down mayn
How they fuck can they love me
If they
lake at the dredged end
Ruts in the mud, then gravel, then a paved one
Left at the Amoco, right at the station
First train—wait
Take the second headed
7 years to get my check runnin
Now I'm solid cause I'm honest to myself now
Now I'm solid cause working for myself now
Now I'm solid cause I do it
g, they oversleep, but me I'm never absent
Every series, every season, paper stackin'
Thinkin' less and more proceedin'
Studio with me I'm never
a coupe laid back on the way to perform
If you leaving with me then be gone by the morning
Shawty bad but i had to ignore her
What i heard about her it hit
der Flow edgy
Yeah, the most shady (ah), Joe Pesci
Ich fahr' 'nen Drive-by im Jeep
Während Asche auf der Rückbank an der Marlboro zieht und den
some trivia
And she want something serious but I keep it trivial
When we fuck I make her sing, like she in a musical
Man I swear that my bitch the 7
lives I dont got
But I got my homies them four niggas from the G-block
And when they come they aint gonna bring no duece duece
Four nine milameter packin
got a midnight psyche
Darkness dwells in my melon
(Darkness)
G-O-D, G-O-D
I wanna be right by you, before you decide to take me
If I do not right these
7
I was goin like I'm wavy
The rap god forgave me
And after that day g
Rock-a-bye baby
But with every second I'm blessed with turns to murky waters that I step in
Trekking with zero destination, facing questions
Placed in a grey aesthetic
an nowaday, these Childs want to live like Mr. Kevin....o.t.
With mad
G's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was
It the buddas?...stick up niggas with
brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells
Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
The so-called Night-Stalker is blamed for 7 murders
And 6 to 8 murders and 25 to 30 attacks
He's blamed for 14 murders and 34 separate attacks
escape are sealed off airtight
Thinkin' to myself, tonight's the night
Cause I know exactly where he's going
Fuck the double-oh-seven, I'm the Living
((If I was White))
......maybe you would you love me more If i was white/
Listen
V1
Let me, tell you a Story bouta boy named Russ/
Black Boy, 7
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
tell em why they call you D Beatz
Yes I'm next in line
Rip the neck from spine
I chin-check your kind
Even kinfolk can catch big smoke
I'm out P.G. up
worth it
I'm try'na heal and you trying to text me
You wasn't here when I needed you most
You wasn't here when
I needed you by my side
By my side
the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship rings than John
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