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Woooooooooooo
4 years old single momma raising two kids nigga
Daddy locked up fucked up doin a bid nigga
Growin up I was always seen as the lil nigga

there

How ya do that there
Gone and do that dance
Lookin with my third eye, and it's in my pants
Now we seeing eye to eye turn her into a fan
You can

moving just to have some peace of mind
Somethings I just have to face I'm out of ways to hide
All my friendships are forever even though we're short

got
It these niggas pussy, cause they need a posse
Ain't no poppin' out, bitch, I'm a homebody set up, by them hoes, cause he gettin

Flossy put no

ain't even really think we'd make it this far
Pressed Jigga three times til he drove off
You can't blame me
We was tryin' to get these flows off
Yeah,

hide the room key We here to the evening, there's no Ceilings
Not a feeling', cash, revealing, Got my grills in cheesing flow Leaving', y'all freezing

here by my side it ain't no need for me to call
And I can't keep too many 'round me cuz they wanna see me fall

Keep It Ghetto

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

of the ghetto
Raised by the streets taught to survive
Keep it real with your niggaz ghetto niggaz worldwide
And when one ride we all ride by all means
Be ready

the Jackson five[00:21.83]I can't fold, I can't be fake or hide[00:23.80]Champagne toast cause gang Is going hard[00:25.58]It's painful but I had to make it

homies who might blow and they won't ever talk about it
Say you my bro, really I doubt it
Try to come close, we can't allow it
Bro keep a pole, can't leave

I been praying for a miracle
I can't sit around
Think how it didn't go
Glory to my God
It's something spiritual
Moving all these mountains
With my

Here I am
Made up of everything I've been
Stained by the things my heart has done
Please never hide Your face

cll my sin
Would You carry on Your

you wanna beside me
We been hella distant, feel like you're behind me
We in the same game but you play by different rules (Rules!)
Going up and down,

a hit go home just to get fly, working and grinding I know I'ma get mine
Running the stack up so I can get by, wanna talk shit but u built like a french

applying the pressure by dropping this heat
Dropping this heat
Ha, lil bit look at my feet
I'm just a youngin on the come up
Still made I'm paid for a feat

want the money and the finer things
(And the finer things, want the finer things)
Rich, so we sip champagne (Rich, baby)
You can't find my shit up in

me
Vibes feeling off, Ima leave you by ya lonely
Used to giving chance after chance, that's the old me
I ain't tryna dance lil nigga, this glock gone

No copy of me don't need no clones ya dig
Can't handle shit that's fake niggas hide shit in they wig
I cannot stick with folks, separate banana split

ballin bitch
Got this ice up on my wrist so you should really know what time it is
Blinded by the diamonds, Siamese up in yo eyelids
I shine without

by now  Got the chopper to move around like a Harley
I lock the cane like a Marley, I'm sorry, but I ain't sorry

Can't let you soft niggas harm me

(Welcome back Blake)
(Xair lemme get that motherfucker)
Yeah (dududuh)

We cuttin' through the Bronx
Home runnin', think we with the Yankees

a vodka Sprite?
Another night, another lie, you try to hide it, I can tell
You're drunk again, 'cause on your breath, the alcohol is all I smell
We only

been busy just handling biz
Growing up man I'm just Tryna get big
Tryna show I'm a man not a kid
They surprised by the things that I did
I've been doing

Inside my mind I find my self confined
I keep talking to myself we feel I've done my time
I'm out of touch with a world that's out of touch with me