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Calculated risks, you already know what it is
Old friends turned to new rivals
How you a real but your jewellery fake
You ninjas feel right at home

left is a lost dream coated in lies.

Folk still claim it’s the best town,
But all I hear is people moan,
We built a home for everyone but we’ve never

losing their jobs and homes due to a bunch of greedy retards
You can have your cake and eat it too
So, say the bankers who have been bailed out by me

or holy ghost
Yea. I got one home and I roam the coast
If Duce provoke, you know what he on
You know we close, right
How's ya folks, I might've seen them

cannot afford

Gambling with my odds
Getting weary, full of pity
I betrayed my own folks
Like a shadow, wandering spirit
That night you told me ‘Darling

around 
We ont spoon fool

Hit the camron
Nigga too cool 
Put the footage 
On a nigga YouTube 

I'm the old school 
And the new school 
Pop like Mac Miller

are what you know 
The highs and the lows 
Supply by boatload 
Hope for the folks
Loves like a home 
I'll open the door 
Stranger, friend, foe
Soul

I binge on food for thought
Avoiding memory lane on my way home
Get lost and have to look for a pay phone
It's so strange i've got no change
I could

or die trying while u high up off this spliff hit
Never did hit the weed guess I'm guilty by
Association
I ain't like these other rappers, they just keep

Should have kept your mouth quite
Never spoke
I upped that stick, it's murder she wrote
556 go thru you and your folks
I was twelve years old, started

lane on my way home
Get lost and have to look for a pay phone
It's so strange i've got no change
I could have sworn I did when I left
My breath gets

a hot comb would fix my shame
Called my fluff unruly
That no man would take me home
With just a wash and go
That sisters who reject the monochrome
Who

the club, use that to my advantage
Home studio by my bed side, a life easier to manage
Send the stems over seas, then we on to the next
Bounce em back

Breaking in them old folks house
Door lockin', robbin', pistol poppin'
Block hot, but it ain't no drought
If she ain't fuckin', kick them hoes out
I'm from

He telling all his visions
See his future on a mount
He don't never count the numbers
Rather let the numbers count
The best way to get around
Is by

I'm a stranger that stays being nice online
I'm a joy ride at the peak of rush hour
Relaxing at home in an ice cold shower
I'm a fast food drive thru

almost midnight
Still got time to practice those old folks songs
For the 40's sing-a-long
(chorus)
Weekend goes by quickly
Poor little Zeke-y
He's got

bothered by
Distractions at home or school cuz I'm focused,
My target - college; I'm locked & loaded,
To hit bullseye I study hard for the grade,
And stay

elementary school yearbooks
Kinda sad if you think about it
When I die I want everything that I own
To be donated to my old folks home
For young people
Cuz

cause we lived in the hood boy
So they broke in on a Tuesday we were shook boy
Home invasion by some off duty cops had my moms and my pops yelling "take

loved Rock, Folk and old time Blues

They tried to hide their roots and their past
Said they'd joined a circus to get away fast
But they couldn't hide

informatively
We're nine years old, suddenly Bama heat turns cold
I have visions of my future if I join the fold
Fast money, clothes, jail cells, shot by someone

and telling folks I'm alright
Hoping they won't take the time to look me in my eyes
'Cause if they do then they'd see behind my lies
I'm unstable and triggered

my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he