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Feet in the sand I hear the waves calling
Water as dark as my heart saying keep walkin'
Yuh
It's like I'm sleep inside a deep coffin
the voices in my

Open Season

Headstrong

Headstrong

tongue in my cheek so far it makes me mute
Heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are words to live by
Now watch me kick in

the blackjack 
Can't be stopped 
Winning with a Dak Pass
Hand it to zeke up the middle 
And he gone be off 

Solo never had that 
Every lyric written, by me,

me when i had curls
Uh
Keep throwiing shade liike
Half and half treat me liike slade
I made miistakes
But my tongue you cannot take
Thiis iis my liife

fellow
These nugs got me high like a young Carmelo
Italian ice with the Limoncello
Mixing it up with the shots of Jell-O
Boots are made of armadillo

dug in beneath the open ground
I look around and wonder why all these rappers frown
From death to pounds, the sneerer whenever I'm announced

Dissolves

road is cold I am so numb
Every night I fall asleep
I'm haunted by these demons that I'm harboring
Inside a place within my mind
Where optimism dies I'm

songs made by me, I ain't lyin'
Feel like Superman, in the sky I be flyin'
Take inspiration from others but this is my thing
Like I'm the Green Lantern

done iced by whole neck out
It's probably cuz I'm with his sis getting neck down
It's roll bounce, no glitter on my neck child
These .223 shells gon

Made it off parole I'm finally free/ 10 years removed from buying them Keyz/ nigga what you doing I'm trying to see/ if we move as one we finally

Drugdealing

Necro

Street Villains, Vol. 1

addicts rippers and potheads

(Verse 2)
Making dough is the intent
For sick men, that stash crack ?and bit pens, and fit gems?
Are you a victim?
Today's

you can protest in the streets
	Some people can wonder their whole life
	If they made a difference by being alive
	For them it's a problem, for us it's

one way left now for me to make a crust.
All the other avenues are down and bust.
Crime wave town, robbers rule the roost. Stopped by cops, no ego

Step Up

Pacewon

Won

2002

than E or PMD did
(Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis
By the time I'm twenty-nine I have more Suns than Phoenix
Watch the man bust, pose for

I fuck on that bitch
Then I boot out the door
Remember when we used to
Trap by the store
I’m Flipping the packs
And i’m making it back
I’m taking yo

A dedication to the block
Jones, what up, nigga? BSF
These are the real Sopranos dJ Drama

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans,