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it's not true
Taking over rap like I'm planning on a coup
Think it's my time yo I think it's my cue
Hardest shit ever so you hear me going in
Killing all

rebound
Every step up the ladder
I hear I'm the true subject matter
Through the chatter
I tell my haters piss off
Full bladder cause uh
There ain't no fear

This Life

Nitty

It's Not a Game

2000

clothes 
More hoes more dough 
And no foes yo 

[Chorus: x2]

Some times I wonder
How did I survive 
With all this drama in front of me 
Poppa went

So I hoped and I prayed it would change with time
I apologize, honestly invades my rhymes
I had pain in my brain so I changed my mind yo
I got a whole

You know how I'm fucking rocking
Nigga
Fuck all that other shit
You know what the fuck going nigga
You know what time we on nigga
You know
Aye'
Let

dont stink
Like my city currently
Canal ish
Take a hit and feel the sound hit
You won't stay grounded
Took the time to soak up my surroundings
Elevated

it's time believe it or not
Old fashioned I'm still stashing the cash
And blasting any nigga wana play with that
Get the troops we gone Rally like we own

ain't it but i'm stuck in yo recents
I don't know bout all that
Kinda sound like a fan

New plan hand out
Gotta laugh at it
Not even worth the time

Look

leaving
All that fucking power that you be fuckin' feenin'
Socks the color of their drinks when they be fuckin leanin'
GRAB YO UMBRELLA CAUSE IT'S CLAYDOH

Gussy up your ego
Take a trip inside the coal mine
Neighbors want to buy a yard
I'm tryna rock the full nine
Ten o'clock, the ave
Turns into a wool

and hope to die
Hataz gon lie if a man or if a dame, they still maafuccin lie

Yo... they say the games to be sold never told
Homie what you working with
Got

Aiyo, it’s my turn
Dilated Agents, Evidence, Cali’s long awaited
Keep shades drawn until the sun’s faded
Night-time shit, forty-city tour equipped
Two bus

weapon
Hollow point tip calm down how you acting
Now im deal with you momma and yo daddy
Speeding by a nigga like I’m drivin in my truck
Pedal to the medal

comes to love I got no plans
I ain't looking for no romance or no slow dance
Ho Bag
I don't care if you're a model
I'm plotting my course dead ahead full

flavor's stable
While you bitches shit they britches
Every time the wind blow
Grab your putter and nine-nine
You're surrounded by hoes if you're a hoe
You're

gone aim for the neck
I can't ever live with regrets
I can't ever ever rest
I been honest, don't know what the time is kinda stressed
In the yo from rise

Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all

gon get this work
Even on off days
Off days never exist,
I'm going full throttle,
No auto,
Tell me if I can be the man
By tomorrow,
See I'm blasting,

Done locked us up in your jails
Crucified us with your nails yeah
But we ain’t going to fall  for that no more
Nah

Ayee yo 
Check this out 
Watch

And Watch Who Belong
My Heart Is Full Of Hatred Cuz I'm Blinded By The Truth
Showing Bitches Love Is Something I Don't Really Do
Love Is For The Weak Is

of shoes 
Man I'm done feeling trapped 
Between a 9-5 or rapping line by line aye 
Think I made up my mind I'm spending all my time rapping all night and day

all hommie, tryna get the pain out, drink some liquor, still no better, 
So much sorrow in our lives, and lots of anger I reside, pressure by

only never told you cuz they wanna be nice

Yo, you ever want something and just get it
But at the end you get betrayed and neglected
By the people that

much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes