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Longboard in the streets posting vogue
Getting followed by the trees living next door to Alice
Wearing all our gold
Two dollar store for all our clothes
They

you never make sure
I know the sweets and I go send them in bulk
Why don't they let us to come in the door
I don't need permission I ain't got a boss

There's one covering every door
Don't question me that for sure 
This beat hit like a hammer 
So I guess that makes me Thor 
Ya you want some more

How you

This was supposed to be the happy album what happened?
I don't know life came crashing
I don't know I've been slacking
This my life now this what's

lock your door
They dig until they spot your core
The cops ignore
You buried in the park by the commodores
Navy fleet plunging
We pray the peace coming

And Crazy
It's Drama Time[Time]
I'm Gettin' Ten For A Show[Lets Go]
Album Aint Even Dropped
When it's Dropped I'm Gettin' Mo
Wish I Can Go Down Every

I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch

Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

Don't let the door
Hit you when you see me eatin' all the cake
I'm red like rare steak, I'm special
I sized you up when I met you
You a pop fly, won't

nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

endure
Don't know how much I'll endure
I been making bad decisions out the door
I don't really give a fuck anymore
Mama proud of me, I'm not sure
I'm

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

open up the door they slidin through the Kevin gates
Say I won't go up on tour but then I hit 11 states
Say I won't go out with 4 but got my needs wit

to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

want that smoke you can come and pull up on me
I been waitin by the door wardy come and pull up on me
I′m not talkin about the smoke when I say I keep it

There's no chorus in this whole damn song,
I'm warning you before so you don't get bored and not tag along
I'm a force to be reckoned with, Doors I

Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees

I got hating niggas that

I'm coming home
Yeah
All right, so I told her like

Goodbye, won't be seeing me around no more
Made that call, bounced out the door, peace out
Look,

that's past tense
Long as it get me there
Safe and its a fast jet
From popping doors
In my cell
To popping champagne
Promote my album
Like a presidential

i could ever be, coz i love me, i'm just proud to be me yeh

So as i walk out the front door the children play their games, i wave at some passers by

door boy
I started rappin' because the pain was deep
And I done seen too much bloodshed to sleep
So I'm geeked to the peak
With no words to speak
And all