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they all want to stare
Stuck in my cage but shit just unlocked
No more getting searched by the cops
We was out on the dock after midnight
High off some

the shit I foretold
I'm predicting my growth with the mind of the Clairvoyant Twins
No more looking back in the past feel like Bron looking at you
With

yeah I guess I'll slow it down 
You probably heard i'm in love now
And you wonder BeatsBySeb, how he does now
Imma tell it to ya straight, bitch I'm up

would make it back in grade school
I ain't taking it back 
Im on my way appreciate the patience 
Hope ya'll know that
I got some projects I been working

I am not looking for eXcuses
I am not a saint,
Attracted by that which glitters,
 I choose illegality.
Housing project girls, 
I prefer good

so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by

is Death Before Dishonor
We live or die by that code
4th generation survivors of civil war in the snow
We're the men, women and children from the city

secret, some other guys
This ain't no match, I ain't no prize
So honey it is over, you're done now, no coming back
I'm not some little project your

world, I get rings like I'm Bama
The base is the Bean, I should have said Pats (Yeah, yeah)
Rapping like I gotta chip on my back (Go)
These niggas they

551

Dessa

Castor, The Twin

2011

brighter
So fight the anesthesia, spite the man that leaves ya
Like the sad disease you contracted while sitting boring and bored
Come back from the lab

I'll murder the beat but it's murdering me
Setting the oven 350 degrees
Eating the dough right out of the freeze
Hand in the cookie jar caught by

gone 

I could never give in and quit no time for a hissy fit or to sit back and chit chat
And fantasize about where I could've been 
If I would've done

this mumble rap
I killed opponents then stick the bodies in mummy wrap
For all you who bet against me I want my money back
I'm doggin' niggas my balls

niggas ain't with us buzzing, fuck it, we blame it on your apathy
Same niggas that would rap with me, pat the back of me
Aint hear THExPRExGAME in its

the pad padded
Man she Pat Patterson, the way she coming out
Of her pants and I lay her ass on the mat, mattress
She can spend a day in her thoughts

Indigenous and I'm home bound
Finna give back to my town

Not stimulus, no money
But the thing that make you study

What you wanna do in life
And actually do

niggas up with that HGC and that
2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town

Guess who the fuck-top back in the do'
Seperatin from the plex with a
Beam and a scope
Hop

it back now
Elevator music
We just going up and down
With no direction
Yeah trusting the process an issue
Destiny project done been through
Now I'm

it's never heated
I don't understand why these hoes feel conceited
Don't want to get by
Just want to get high
And live a bit if that's alright
Do this in

can't, cause they softies
Finds solace all by himself
Grades slippin teachers wishin he'd apply himself
Went from acting bad to talking back in class
Doing

when I'm grabbing the plaques don't be asking for dap or a pat on the back when your ass wasn't at my crib grinding while we was forever broke
Sometime

in Houston, TX (live drums) Dontae Winslow and Phillip Lassiter
BACK GROUND VOCALS: d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society (Donessa Perry)
EMCEES: No

the projects
Blood, sweat, and tears, baby, just pray for my demons
That bitch could settle, got the drip out of Neimans

I'm on these pills, I might fly out

and paste projects for school
I miss pollyotters and having braais by the pool
I miss Dinoryders, Bravestar and Bionic Six
I miss Cheers, Arende, who's