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me wasnt never there
How that make some sense?
Boy i ain't never scared
Until you really show me you ain't got no fear
Then imma stand a man by my

getting faded, when it’s dark out
And walking in the club, like it's our house
Tell your man chill, he on his fourth foul
I might be on my fifth whip
I play

the score
Ay enough of that man we done with timeout
Let's get into it
Aye COTY
sideshow TYLT
Ay they told me
You only one that I see with a trophy
Ride round

as i drop
the flowers on the casket 
as i pass it by and wonders why 
and tell how many more homies got to die 
before they realize that life is quicker

after i build
Lotta fakes, can't find real
I need my glass re-filled
Dead inside can't find thrill I'm
Still, at the bottom, by myself
Stress been

how I do
Get sex by the minute who know how I move
Don't think man are nerds
I ain't no fucking chicken, but I got my dick in your bird
Hotties

raised by both parents I was dragged up in the gutter 
By my mother where I had to lear to suffer
But man I cannot judge ya cuz now I am above that 

I

kill
Cope with the pain just by crackin' the seal
So many problems, don't know how to deal
Voice in my head tell me how I should feel
Know ima die

Broken dreams, broken hearted, all left in my soul was carnage
My homie was pushing dope, served it to the whole apartments
One day by the liquor

into her eyes
And then when I turned around
I found she was gone we never said goodbye
What kind of man am I? That I fall in love
With so many women

diamond teeth, my bitch on fleek
Hair be long as fuckin' Prada for her sneaks
Now we get gone, by the cop a zone
Smoke some to the dome
I ain't got no love

by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track

off like a rocket
When I get it poppin', you can't stop it yea
When I'm in the pussy, I'mma boss
When I get started you can't stop it
Man, I swear

with' a 8-track
and a floor model T.V. in da back
I be the man in the club spot,
I want tha mansion
cnd tha yacht,
Tour bus is outside, matter a fact
This

with' a 8-track
and a floor model T.V. in da back
I be the man in the club spot,
I want tha mansion
And tha yacht,
Tour bus is outside, matter a fact
This

loud the suckers love me
Cops cuff me for disturbing the peace
I walk the hall, make my call
Then I get released
I'm the rhyming rap writer
Writing raps

you'd relate 
Cause I wanted to show you God's love in the pain.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I fall to the ground I can't breathe 
My chest is killing me
What is man

lie
While wise man says there's nothing, but I and I
The story gets boring, and then we choose to divide
Merry-go-round, we give it another try
Imagine

it straight 
cnd not let up slack 
cn I been this way 
Since I lost my dad 
No he never died 
I just wish he had 
Seen his pain 
cnd I felt his love

a gun singing 
With a man screaming in the background
Where I'm from even if you run track
You are not exempt from the track down
Loving words over cold

cuffs
When I'm sick, I don't cough
Receiving laugh by giving fun,
Somebody's best friend for like 4 minutes
My feeling heart giving puns,
Prolly stressing

BOY?
I’LL LOVE YOU ALL THAT I CAN.
I TRY TO PET AND COMFORT YOU, OH, NO.
IS SOMETHING MAKING YOU TENSE?
THERE’S YOUR HIND FEET
FLYING OVER MY FENCE.

to have your goals
But if God ain't in the midst then what your digging is a hole..
Off the top like Kennedy on the knoll
 On my 4 by 4 i scribble scripture

just some pride, man we just trying to survive
No matter how much we done cried they just keep tryna end our lives
Lost my friend to suicide and I