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the street
Cuz I feel like the straighties have it in for me
Why'd I tell these people so much in so little time, oh why

All I wanted was a good old time 
But

lectures in these rooms, Aristotle would be jealous

With these profound loops, I’m cranking beats I’m overzealous


I’m walkin loud, even tho I never made

of gold and black leather
Made me wish that I was better
Oh sad eyed lady of the lowlands
My warehouse eyes are empty as ever

Now it seems so long ago
When

There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay)
But it's when you do these things too much
That you've

the rest shot
Little kids are hustling when they're hiding
Work for their mom dudes
What rats is fucking their bullets
The Louie Vuitton boots
They kill

feelings for these 2 dolla
Strippers
Was about to risk it being optimistic

The love was hot but the vibe was
Different
Then she caught that one doctor visit

the pipe
But it's all up to me
Ain't fuckin' with these bitches man they all for the streets
I can make it happen baby tell me what you need
Make you feel

there's a little kid Crying
Therapy's a help for those us that are
Trying…"I'm trying"
Tryna connect the dots on things in disarray
Discover, tendencies

about to graduate
Got touched by some angels at Callaway
Rest In Peace to the people that passed away
Been alone for so long, Tom Hanks In castaway
This

maybe I wasn't liable
To be the oppos that they spy me for
Oh, poor black boy
In the newspaper got another sad story
Killed by the force or in gang

Gimme face claims and an HRT script
Haters say that real girls got the vajay
Then tell me why all of these gameboys want my joystick for a plug-n-play, ah

man

Uh 
Circle gettin' smaller, money gettin' taller
Fuck who you are, I'm judgin' you by your aura
No doorman, it's Young M.A who open doors up

me
26 with plans of living wealthy
First time in years that I feel I have my mental healthy
The boots are Chelsea the moves are stealthy and weed is

That's big boy chips
Now they salty cuz the boy in the ritz
No Carlton
A Fresh Prince
Ain't no Charlatan
I create my own path, these are fresh prints that

to walkin and get the fuck up outta here if you wanna be talkin
Best option leave with your oxen
Bound by toboggan and disproportional convicts
Ah shit

and preys on you
some of em ain't made for what they said they gonna do
Wickedness in the morality
Morality in the wickedness
Affiliation nuetrality, split

been writin in my feelings
I've been walkin on the ceiling, body crossed but not from healing
Poppin tylenol and whiskey just for buzz but not for

Above the Law

Pastor Troy

We Ready - I Declare War

1999

boot
Went the tying up my shit, told em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, approachin' swiftly
Hands on they fuckin' gun, as if they really

These niggas ain't really bout action they gotta pop a perk to get live
Ain't doing this shit with no passion man they rapping just to get by
Ain't really

arcane
Are they
Coming for me
I'll stay
Pompeii
Blowing up on demons all day what is cost me
Anything
Hardly
To break out of these chains almost anything

up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja

All in My Mind

Eightball & MJG

On Top of the World

1995

crap
Strap on your bullit proof vest and combat boots 
It's nigga nigga day
And this time we go come on you, 
Baby blue disguise that's wise, 
Made

the lottery
To bring my niggas on tour, they don't know what it's costin' me
Tell my AR, "Bring the woosh"
Them Rick Owen boots, the quickest way for her

of lights for me to hide
Dangerous sides of these crimes cannot lie
Ride for mines we gotta shine
Cooking rhymes
Feed and bite
Bind to blind to follow tides