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want you dead I got one, two ways
I could slide by myself or get you sprayed
I don't need no beam I got good aim, lawyer fees stay ready and that's just

flyin' to the opps hood
I don't even smoke, but they know who I got in my wood
Put they whole block in a fronto if I could, foe
Patek after market, took

confusion
My heart is in the music like a diary of true shit
If hip hop is dead, I'm defibrillating new shit
I grew up on Tupac and Aaliyah
I've been cold

losses
But made some trades just to secure the win
I done seen men get shipped away
Even mothers mourning they dead child
As a kid it aint easy to see
But

backstabbed
Betrayed and caught cases
Left for dead by my loved ones
Bet you wouldn't trade places
God wit God He said imma
Turn you into Neo in the matrix

was there when I took the money by the two fifty two and turned out my cousin
Said there he was there he knew that
Said there he was there
Said it was

get to-go plates
When I see them in restaurants, aw
Wondering if I’m the one who changed
And why that conversation wasn’t had
We could've remained,

to them
Who's involved? Stand right there with them
I ain't hearing men talk like
I'm scared to send now sending, so
And I swear revenge
Yeah I've been low

just hit my phone if you need that
I could spend the time alone got my cheese stacked
So I ain't never give a fuck about they feedback
Mothafuckers

stay for good
Pull the baddest on the planet, shit i think i could
With a fresh chop, wipin down the wet spots
In these dead stocks, talkin shit like Red

thinner
You see he had a troubled youth
His daddy left him when he was two
His mommy was a prostitute
Every night bringing home different men getting

Lookin' back, let it sit
Through the open doors, fingertips
Got a thousand chances
Circumstances
But I promise, I'm over it

If I could drink

Man Down

Joe Budden

All Love Lost

2015

man down
They want me man down

I'm wishin' this was a dream, maybe it's smoke in this mirror
Wish I could change it all just by blowin' smoke in

perfect, I'm just a man
Yeah, y'all think I'm more than just a man

I contemplate on the daily if
I'll survive and strive
To be the greatest lyricist dead

Omega!)
Women are taking over the rap game
'Cause all the men are dead from vendettas
Ain't no more use for this rage
This is the way it had to happen

fidgetin', flingin' it
Sick in my head, I'm psycho
And there's no way I could sleep on a vio
Come to the wild get hit by the rhino, rhino
Mercy the G like

Intruder Alert

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

1999

(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(But hold up)

[ VERSE 3 ]
I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin
Souped up talkin, dead men walkin
Too

Let's hit the tropics
You're drop dead gorgeous! 
Rich niggas want you but I'm far from the Forbes list
But if a man is valued by his character I'm

Thought gets in my way

Paths are laid
Out by those
Who walk them
I told you
World is sin
Lazy men
Shouldn't live
Survival
Revival
Hide in the
Hills

Talk faster than russell brand on adderall
So listen up i want you to understand it all
I like revenge you hurt me you self sabotage
Eye for an eye

the situation doesn't benefit
I let her talk, if she think she know what she know, then let her live with it
But I'm just tryna live, step outside the crib

To talk about love is a common occurrence
But it keep it a hundred I way much prefer it
It's so hard for me to hide behind curtains
And to bury

and think
I don't got time to blink
Someone called 911 bitch yea Teladoc
Front not
At my door knock
You scared why
Lil ass kickin never hurt no by
This could

deals murders and brawl
See the neighborhood I grew up in the streets would chew up men
Swallow up goals and spew up flin
Inhale cough up souls and spew