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if you don't feel it
I got game for a baddie, with my mind on the billion, so my hands all over this mil ticket
Strategize, organize to fill this

can't even wear a damn mask and wash ya damn hands
Keep your distance for your sake as well as your family
5 Years on still RIP Harambe
Fuck humans

a 23? Maybe 22.5
It's coming
You know there's more because there's more in the name
Dropping jaws making waves since we entered the game
The light is

bothered to where I can't fake it
I can't explain it
I'm feelin jaded
Wish I could lie and say it's all amazing
Bitch I'm amazing

But I got demons (yeah,

a eighty year old lady
Saying Satan's waiting for me
In the back by the bar
(Is he)
But she won't let me out my seat
So how am Imma know
I guess I'll find

south of I-10
House of the risin'
Yeah, that's why we vibin'
All y'all from Shreveport down to Cocodrie 
Put ya hands in the air
Sing along with me

Don't

I'm doing right now I'm doing it to survive
I'm lookin at my hands how many fingers I got five
But I count one down every time I take a life
And by that

Ye ye
Hop on the beat
Flow and relax
I'm pushing carts
Out from the back
Closing the shift
Bro got the 'Tang
Five percent with the tint
We take

the penny drops

Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands

for y'all
Just pause and reflect
Struggle, progress
Style, cause and effect
While critical and honest over beats and on the streets too
I love, work,

Love for My Slum

N-Dubz

Uncle B

2008

the slum put your hands up

See it never used to come that easy
And I was just lying my way
I don't no how I did it but
I will carry on 'til I die, I ain't

focused like a Mason
Excuse me, eyes focused like Horus a God in the making
I broke bad while these other niggaz Brokeback (Faggot)
Emasculated by the media

block with
This college is making me mad this life
I feel like shooting myself in the
Hand so I could never write
Freestyle all my life ‘cause
I feel

And fortay get the rest of OCP
And all the punks will pound them
You want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album
But for now here's a scripture,

I'm Yukked Up Here In New England
New England
I'm Yukked Up Here In New England
New England
I'm Yukked Up Here In New England
New England
Here We All

represent for straight pride, want all the smoke, I stay high
The only way you take my spot is taking rhymes from the greatest minds while making my own AI

They in my ear saying Tre
You know you gone make it
Just keep making those bangers
Let's face it you gone be famous
I respond I’m straight
Just make

fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take

numb the plot
Of brittle hair hovering over their eyes
That don't see nothing but culture's disguise

[Bridge x2: All]
I scan the room on a sick day

just a façade
A fake, facsimile, a fraud
I know it's kinda hard, you 5'2 what it really is
You just want niggas to take you serious
All through high

the pipeline
Rabbit hole with Alice in the black pushing white crimes
At an all time high still we walk on by
Like it's not happening in our own establishments

like therapy, (Yeah)
This shit is tearing me, I don't got nowhere to go
Apparently all I got is music and it is carryin' me, (Oh)
So by the time that you

nigga tendencies
Malcolm X, I had to flex on 'em by any means
Crossed over but I kept the same energy
Got no limits like I'm Master P on nzt
Adhd had me

or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm