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Like my boy Azariah told me
He who controls the image controls the mind and body
I live by that narrative
It's okay to be different it's okay to be you

running like the cops coming
Aiming for my head, so I duck like some shots coming
Persecution for the righteous, we're going to die by it
Same corner almost

opt-to-die
Something so vile you just can't ignore and cannot deny
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again
I dread your devilish grin
I tell

of the haters
When suckers in your clique will be the ones to betray you
Some homies ain’t your friends (What) and that’s just what it is
Some homies ain’t your

Stardust

New Orleans All-Star Stompers

Perdido Street Parade

1999

gone by.
 
Sometimes I wonder, how I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody 
Haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When

consider you are wrong here
I tell you, there's more than meets the eye
Your secret rites
Fools, you better think twice
Tribulation's caused by your

I'm trying to blow up like a landmine
Stand by your homie strong when his plan die
Don't do nothing hell of dumb
Hold your head high
Doing something

up alone when she die
I'm walkin' with God, a monster inside is tellin' me dance with the devil to rise
Leave everybody you love to the side, they

Only me that got myself, myself and I inseparable
I would try to break it down but you would never get it tho
Break down by the tre five, nine times

peaceful at least
People keep they dogs on a leash
When I saw dogs I mean y'all capeesh
Peace
Oh by the way I came from the bottom
Now I'm with Super Cat

die young and rich 
Then end up broke and dead 
I got a certain state of mind 
It’s planted in my head 
If you ain’t started searching for that shit

ain't no street nigga, but if you try, bitch, you gon' die
I got this heat, nigga, I'm just tryna eat nigga
I know a couple that let me starve, but I let

One, Im Raising My Doe Up High, So My Real Kid Can Be Secure When I Die, And Fly To The Heavens Above

Chorus:
Sick As Hell, Yo Im Fuckin Up Ya

die bitch it's up like a ceiling
Mask on strapped up 9700 where I play
When I get the drop and find out where he stay
Imma slide on a opp and rock out

caught up in this system 
And our opinions ya sounded like chatter 
Aunt jemima here whippin batter 
Till I die it's all black lives matter 
Till I die

raising salaries
Features like fatalities
Niggas switching ratting and playing victim
It's blasphemy
I swear to god I'll die before
My family see the harder

Body surf thru customs on Chapelle corbys boogie board
When I sip my cup
Im feeling liquored up
Walk into the party with my Fingers up
Even if I die im

Kessco by ya side
Girl dont Worry bout these hoes
We gon run it up yeah
We gon stack this dough
She gon always have a nigga back
When im down below
Do what

it's cool till he die a fan

Walkin' down who?
I ain't forget about them times you ran
Talkin' bout rules, I ain't forget about
That time you ratted
You

fucking my bee and I feel like ratatata,
Feel on my racks you don't know what to say, I feel so lit when they trough it way,
You ain't got no fame but

drop too hot
My spot on top ya
I would tell you Iu0027m the best but thatu0027s not up for discussion
When the album drop iu0027m comin back and bitch

until you die
Cruel shit what they'll do to you
When I'm gone play this song at my funeral
Cause I listen to real niggas
I listen to real niggas only

gon go to jail or die if you don't quit
And I'm tryna go legit, but I can't lie I'm wit the shits 
Get it by any means, like X, weed, lean
Anything I

I will not die till I get my respect
I want my money Cash App me right through a text
Only hit my line if u tryna buy a feat
I ain't playing nice for