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swear that you're the love of my life

For 20 years, I've been engulfed with the marriage
Of words in a rhythmic pattern
And sampled and synthesized

of the hill
Lockin' in deals wait on the back end
Comin' in clutch
By my lonely until it's on me
Don't like to go Dutch
Even when blowin' only woods or cones

screaming out to fucking stop
Talking down on us, no, we gone turn this shit to Fort knox
Shot a missile in the sky, looked and called it fireworks
Hot

of whooped Kanye ass if he called me skete
I rather run with ten wolves then one hundred sheep
I learned to keep my stock up by being mystique
I use to be out

hear a badass band 
Let me play you one called She Took It Like a Man
They learned Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn
Don't it feel like they wrote

One shoe on my foot
One foot through the door
I should get some sleep
Stayed up twenty four
No rest for the boys
No rest for the girls
Living by this

let her leave after 20 years and she broke in tears
(Full of pain)
Look into the mirror to convince herself she's not weak
(Nah, nah, nah)
'Cause she

blowing bubblegum
I just called in for a pint then bought another one
I treat the white man, Backend, like my mother's son
The Benz insides looks just like

They say a generation is every 20 years,
And this next one's facing more shit problems than I fear
We're still being shot at by cops and beat

Managers want 20%
Jealousy want take my shine
Wack rappers wanna take my lines
 These books want take my eyes
Facebook infiltrate my mind
Uncle Tom trying

a bitch but think you a man you a tom boy
Making all these threats like you gon kill me im the wrong boy
20 benz truck pull up on you thats a convoy
Hop out

again
And this beat is too wild but you know that I tamed it
Find you girl on my D what a shame
By the end of the year not just ur girl know my name
I

Flying in a five seven with a five seven on me
I'm a tax 'em that's yo' mans don't give a fuck about yo' homie
I just poured twenty four in eight nigga

I was called a legend
By niggas I come up under
Ballhead and Kobe cheese
Thats a award for me
Over 20 seasons in the streets
I a spill some blood

is building up
Things are moving rapidly
Want me to break bread to make your dreams a reality?
Seems like the same twenty questions these chicks keep

taking
Stop playing these games rat racing
Doubled up again and you know we not the same kid
Used to make plays send me the location
Had to go away called

and pee in it
I'm twenty-four and I asked to live with a sixteen year old because I'm homeless
I was drivin' a car, but I don't even fuckin' own it
I just

Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause

you so lost
Got me so blown
How I scammed your mans now he making posts
He ain't never got it back that's 20 racks he owes
He called it in as fraud but

of day
Have mercy on me

Last night the eyes were on me
Swam for my life through rivers of Don P
Headed for the light when Lucifer called me
With a deal

bouncing
What goes round and round comes around
Had a downturn
The right one she found hers
TTPPJ-one hundred and twenty three ima founder
Got my wisdom from

the avalanche? 
 Before it's too late... 
  
 General regression means pain 
 For a vanishing type called 'thinking man' 
 Don't leave your path, don't swim with

Maybe I don't feel quite right
Smiling while hanging by his side
An Aussie girl in an Irish bar
French kiss to an English man
Unusual combination let's

Better hydrate, got that Absynthe
Twenty-first century Miss Sick
Got that blasted
Boombox, this a party and we steppin'
La-di da-di
Slick serin! News gotta