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I came in by myself and that's how I'mma go
I was crying in that cell, first time I had to go
Put me in a funky brown suit and took away my Clothes
I

There's a dog fight
In the front yard
And the bad men
Have a big scar
You were so scared
Brushing your hair
And your cold eyes
Glad I came by
A pair

you're a bad bitch
Taking what I got then saying how It's your shit
Eating what I got
Sleeping when your not
Roll up to the spot
Smoking all my pot
Damn

picked the peppers while the princess started
Piping all the people all together
Hundred letters
I would send her
No message, no reply
Had me by the neck

a dog on heat, pussy nigga take a seat
I'm bout to take a leap
New kid on the block, block hot
See ops, fuck 12, fuck a cop
See red flags, I don't stop

might frown
I kall em elbows not pounds
I remember sleeping on the ground
I remember holding that pistol to the niggas faces 
While my big bro tell em

The friendships, of nine (Of nine)
It canceled, outside (Outside)
And now they, are crying (Are crying)
Because I, rode by
She's really, the type
To be a, a mime
So

better baby when you alone
Fly ass diva wit a brain that's just conceited
Blinded by your beauty so it hold a different meaning
They be saying I'm the dog

and arrogance
Hearing them and I'm pulling my hair again
You comparing them to myself, and that's stupid and childish
I do my thing regardless
You sleeping on me

my lil bros was eating
I been on the grind bitch I barely been sleeping
The way I play the game they be screaming I’m cheating
They be tryn hard to but

to Hollywood
And for those sleeping on me, it do the body good
If I could get revenge without karma, I prolly would
But I ain't doing shit that can take me away

a fit,
Got the mind of a killer I'm Freddy you sleeping,
Can't get shit if you always dreaming ,
All my niggaz be all black creeping,
Fuck ya'll niggas ,

with the gang and our money up sky
She pull up and give me my money
When I need it and leave thats a real drive by
And real talk I do all this shit for

playing we gone let 'em have it
1995 I came up out a womb a fucking savage
We was broke sleeping on pallets now my paper stretch elastic
Moving bags this

Y'all know what it is
Its that boy
Man the one they call MixedUp
For a while they have been sleeping
Temper-Pedic
Now its time to wake em up
And no

me
They gon remember me
If you do not already, I'll fix up your memory
I'll fix up your memory
Don't be sleeping on the boy
Cause you know what's gon

my opinions
Being too selfish, grew up reckless
Curse every human, wonderful feeling
Never gave two fucks, that street talk I’m living
Hate sleeping

Might've robbed some niggas but I'm never a thief
Momma faded daily we had nothin to eat
Sleeping on the floor my only cover a sheet
That shit made me harder

sleeping late 
Dropped a couple tracks
And I didn’t wait
Guess I’m heavy in this game 
Untill I reach the pearly gates 
Guess I’m ducking all these hataz 
I

to call
Left the beehive wasn't sweet it was raw
A disease to a dog went through phone I was sleeping
Years later you gone wasn't worth speaking
Action from

an unknown city - being chased by dogs ain't pretty
But the years pass and we get older now there's a lot of weight on our shoulders
Nothing is how it used

This that dope talk and my nigga in his scam bag
The hand I was dealt bitch I dealt with the handpress
Food by the ton that's a 1000 grams jack
Put a 2

Mic check, 1-3-1-2
It’s that cunt 21, from the 312
He Sun Zhu, and I got 'em asking me, “um, dude
How the fuck is everyone still sleeping on you?”,

gargle Listerine
If you sleeping on me, lay up off the antihistamine
The type to take your bitch right in front of you
You listening?
I hope you