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Er'thing you doing already had been done!

(Nah get back here, I ain't done with yo ass, come here)
(Yeah, get back here)

She stay down cause she

Such a
Waste of life's 
Such a waste of time
Ayy
So they tell you what they want you to hear
But they're still keeping us held back by all of they're

bond
Word to yo mama word to your honour
Dont you pay attention to no bullshit
And your mind fuller than a full clip
Made it rain they ain't even cool

I’m ridin round
We be blowin by the pound y’all be blowin niggas down
Hit you in yo shit for all that dick suckin
Niggas say they hittin shit but never

Got no time for you lovey
mind on my money
Bout my riches
Gotta fill my tummy
Gotta fill these britches
The hataz
Build yo business
All day

on nigga
She said sorry a million times like Lil Wayne's figures
He clinched up his fist this nigga bout to trip
Baby mag in the bag i just got yo slip in

intention whoa gosh
Well the people dem know, see consciousness grows
No matter which way you choose to go
Time will take toll, like guilt upon your soul
Then

Watching as life pass me by
My days fly quick could never get back time
Still alive but God I ask why
Cause the truth is, everybody dies
Break these

channel 5 (uh huh)
White bitches tweakin like they snorting lines (cocaine)
Makin excuses damn stop killin time (it's lit)

Pockets be hungry they never get

Daddy had a line full of them fiens
Long as the dmv
All my niggas livin what you
Seeing on the tv screen
Before I ever snitch I put a bullet where

the shadows waiting, I know my time is coming yo

I go wrong?

Surrounded in a world full of so much hatred
Independence use to be our country's fragrance
Too much of a caution just to walk these

I'm smoking this rifa its OG the pack
If he came by himself it's RIP to that
As a kid, my secret Santa wishlist was a Glock and a Mac
Oh he a bitch

am the man 

Burd juice in my cup cause I don’t give a fuck 
9 in the morning and I’m full in it up 
In yo session smoking weed 
You want me to hit

back
In the fish bowl 
Got me swimming on my back 
Put your wet suits on I’m bout to flow on a track 
A machete on my left yo ho I swing back 
Ya’ll know

relentless
Wanna be my bae, well baby just let me hear it (make me bae then)
Look her in her eyes, tell her that you love her
In a room full of people, you

and I'm back
It's been a mission, yo
Don't know I'm supposed to do this, it's too difficult
I need some help

Yeah I been in my
In my mind too long
It's

to be Around
Is the humble type
Fell out with too many folks
We cant reunite
Got no time to play Ketchup
May yo soul be blessed
Wish you the best
Circle

time they see the summer come
If it ain't about a dollar ain't no point to chase it
Turning up like I'm supposed to fuck that being patient
These niggas

By any means so, so I guess It's Malcolm time
The El Hajj Malik of Virginia Beach, forget the peace
But don't forget the piece or police gone leave you

Hey do you know that Kauzum
The kid who asks what's poping
The one who reps Sin City
On his back without a problem
He's the dude that is yo homie

Draw the lines no cordoroys, take your places
Zoomin by the rowdy boys, like we racin
Raging hate like they on Roids, fix ya face man
Gone with the pack

but they burned Tulsa Oklahoma up
At this point if I stole all yo fans it's no chore to me damn
Lyrics so sick that it kills then resurrects just so it

then we was penny pinching
Now we might just blow your rent
On a small pendant
They say you got the summer lit
Mane this music been done
By the time you