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the same, both you and me
Though we both live our own life differently
We got different jobs, prolly different hobbies
Yet we come home still feeling empty

What it do what it is what it ain't
Need a cool hunnit mill in the bank
So glad I made decisions to get me just where I'm at
But I swear so many

her other job as a server
Became the top earner
He was 60 with a 20 year old's sex drive
Sex drive
Never thought he would get murdered
After he copped

lit on the ledge
I'm shitfaced, all in the shit place
Ass hole licker, I can show you how shit tastes
And I wont hesitate, I pop my brother
My adopted

block
Toting with a nine and five
He getting by any means
Screaming mother fuck a job
In the trap he lost his keys
He got his mother fuckin robbed
Now

playing lil nigga you not with the shits
I'll have them young niggas come repo your shit
We trapping lil nigga come get you a fix
I said fuck a job rather

These people they're new but fake
I need them to get out my face
All of the time that we waste
To keep people close or make sure they're okay

is nothing if not shared
So teach the kids be demonstrative
No neglect for ones morals
I'm an illustrator unexpected by normal
Respect be formal

Shut da Fuck Up

Da Beatminerz

Brace 4 Impak

2001

thunder shit, greedy niggas want more
Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback
It's a dangerous game, come strong or get your skull cracked

the time of day 

 Prophet Sliding presidential I can tell Obama hey 
I remember times without no job I had to find a way 
My dawg got a nine to five pulling

y’all in the comments now (YAYA)
OMG, he ain’t CHH
Really couldn’t care less for whatchu talking bout (Factory)
Rocking 3 jobs for my sisters & mom, so I

Only letters you’re teaching are LSD

Were your badly made scribbles
All drafted by children
Too vastly illiterate to handle your gimmick?
Like Galactus

tight
Over yo head like a bonnet
Smash mics
Get some bread
Then I flaunt it
If the math right
We way ahead
You niggas owe me
Last night she said i'm

And chip me

Dreams of riding in a Bentley 
Tryna make that shit reality 
Tired of working fuccing jobs
Getting hated by the faculty
Wanna live my life,

I let life pass me by with my head in the clouds
Until it's heavy on my shoulders and I'm ready to drown
It's like there's no ambition and I'm

letters you're teaching are LSD
Were your badly made scribbles
All drafted by children
Too vastly illiterate to handle your gimmick?
Like Galactus
I'll

Get to work, bitch I quit my job
See the dream that you still ain't seen
Born a peasant, I'm tryna turn to a king
You ain't bout it don't hit my line

You think I'm really joking
I guess you don't know me enough
I get it I'm soft spoken
But now you gon' hear me out
You tell me that I'm worthless

You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind
Wanna do more than get by
Holding my tongue cause it's tied
Building it up we tell lies
When I say goodbye

hoes over, my god
What's my only focus, my job
Gotti, go and get it with my mob
All the shit that's flowing through my mind
Don't distract or interrupt

scrape scurt
Got lil purp & hella OG
Nigga look scared, can't hang around me
Gotta make money for the family tree
Bout to be a legend, by 2027
Get old go

and what's coming to fruition 
Or get filled with more holes than the Nine Eleven Commission 
On the West Coast the target is immigration
We scapegoats for

magical
Oh that's what happen when you fall down the rabbit hole
I spend my time working had to get it right
How you day goes reflect by how you spent you

Slobs Keep on Slippin'

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues [Collectors Edition]

2003

Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night