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There's one covering every door
Don't question me that for sure 
This beat hit like a hammer 
So I guess that makes me Thor 
Ya you want some more

How you

in the face of the opps
Count all the blessings I made in a month
Niggas wanna do a joint album, these hoolies is black bags
Can't waste this talent,

My lil youngin' ain't trust none they was told to keep they mask on

I dropped albums up the murder rate, turn L.A. to a kill zone
Kick they door in

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

about the mother
She doesn't have a son
You sit next to yours
Surrounded by bars
As close those doors
Lost hers, but you have yours
Too late to repent

Sitting back cool calm and collective
Ready to bomb with the weapon
Fame going alpha phi alpha better watch how you stepping
I'm from kicking doors

man doors closed
PMG forever Nigga
They don't know what it is
Nigga soon as I get out Nigga
Gang
Nigga 5150 we dropping a new album nigga
Fuck how they

And you know I ain't talking tusk
Bewildered by the foes in my eyes
There shoes will never fit to my size
I'm too big to fit there is no dice
Want bars like

Remax, areas where we at
I can open doors if you tell me where the keys at
And I got my girl chill on my right side
We always on the road, but we connect

genius 
and you can tell by my face that i mean this 
im do or die 

repeat chorus 
im do or die, Christ or crack you must learn that 
if i retreat

But then she knock up on my door
And I just couldn't believe that this fucking girl
Would make my heart skip, and would let me show you love
I went

album man that's in the works
That's going to happen, I'm not even worried about it
This one for the ladies
For the homies
And for the ones that can't do

Got it all fucked never came from the mud
This real rap music yeah I use it as my drug
I'm not influenced by the money making bucks
It's been a long

do it so I'm shooting for the skies
I got into my feelings when I found all the support
I got into my feelings so I'm opening the door
This is the next

album
Found myself in the middle of the thick of it
Man I'm too Malcom
Bad times like mountains
Homie I come around them
Pathways to better days yeah I

always so fast so they call 'em McQueen
Yeah, I can't stand this
Me and Eatin we just on another planet
It didn't happen by chance, nah we planned it
We

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

I'ma Rust Belt Baby
My name is Damiano
Some call me a spic
Others call me a mulatto
Locked doors getting kicked down
When I step into the convo

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored

Chanel

to get up out my residential
cnd by the way, I've got a flow that's hicki-Heaven-sent, yo
But never dental, so bite down, but you'll get more than you can

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

And we ain't even put out an album yet
Know where the holy is
My soul is pure
Ain't no door
To walk out this game of war
I still thank the lord
My

If you made it this far, all I can say is thank you. Thank you for listening to the album. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for going on this