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ever sees me out
It’s apparently so fucking weird to see me here
As If I had disappeared
It’s like yo what's up fam, how you been?
It’s been forever

and nothing gon stop me from doing it
Long route, I'm forever pursuing it. Hard truth, but I'm never refusing it
Boss moves, swear to God Imma get to the top

heat, my frequency could speak
And really show 'em that
Most the time, I'm really not opinionated
I hear what they say, I simply sit and take it

chest
From years of wondering "maybe" and "what if"
It's not that I don't love my wife and kids
But this is it for happiness
I'm waiting by the window

the pollution I've been fed
Take it back to the basics and try to focus on my breath
What else is left when time is bread and sped up by the feds
Who have

Something in the way, feel Nirvana nevermind you
Take it to grave, baby, you don't got a spine you
Bending over backwards I need to remind you
That bitch it's

than a speed date
I'm from Maryland no prince of Bel Air
Wherever I go, the love better be shown
The day I get there, the throne is dying slow
It need

'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish

It was only for a moment
But if I hadn't I could've missed it
And we be going hard in our fifties
With the kids and you with me
And we'd be solid
Call

couldn't get it out and you couldn't understand
Til' you reach to yourself, say
"Take my hand, Take my hand"
All these people don't know things
And you find

on my goals
Don't let the devil control me...
And even with your
Roller-coaster emotions
You raised five kids
All by your lonesome
That's why...
I do it

a lane I tried to use it
Though Her Father Didnt Like Me Anyway
I had illusions
They could take me
From this place
But we gon always have this music
It

pockets big
Okay, I make songs that get recited by your kids
They don't wanna handle love, but broads got pictures of me on their cribs
And this is what it

it all you heard was the shots
His body dropped blood all on my fender and the Monoblocks
Repossessed by the cops ended up on auction blocks
My third

Slow down at the light, bout to spark up the gas, I should've brought a gas mask
Chick in the passenger seat, weighing up clean and she bag it
We in

I Love Being a Gangsta

Major Figgas

Figgas 4 Life

2000

rap or drug money I gots to make that 
Opportunity knock at the door I got to take that
One in ya face and throw your body where the lake at
It's Spado

Start it off with a little exposition
Take it back to the very beginning
Back in the 80s his daddy was the man
Hustler on the block was a man with

the promised land
A religion of pills and bills
Don't get it confused
This world is abuse
It's run by old men; they're tricking the youth
Pills on pills like

call but I'm a man about my shit
Gave a fuck if they didn't call I look
My kids in they eyes and it set the fuckin
Fire bitch beast mode fuck with them

me forever
I'ma
Go getter till I own a palace
Just a Saudi kid rocking that gold medallion
And my crew always ready like we overpowered
Putting work

by it
Hair tied back and bitches would lie flat
Slap their own arse, just beg me to ride that
Yeah, I probably wonder where her mind's at
I rap not for

don't do that
You work to feed your kids
You work to do your deeds
We ain't perfect
So that talk you better stop it
No with her daughter in mind 
Looking

breaking
What if i just crash
Would you remember me for my soul or just my craft
(verse by Big Bear)
Im ok
No youre not
I live inside of my mind
While it

breathe I'm on my own
Into the land of the unknown
I wish I didn't need your help
Wish I could do this by myself
I've made it so I had no choice
I'm all