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Skipping breakfast, listening to music getting high

Off the regular, tryna make it back home in time
Yeah, we never got caught by the red light
We were

it happen
By not tryin just high fiving n not buying it just selling product
Maybe if I rap without my conscience
I'll be rocking like a comet n not

rode for me feeling like Jodeci when they provoking me you was just hoping that we could
Give a reason for the things we did when I was falling off

Been sending out shots but my niggas not ducking
Might chef it up chop off the top of yo onion
Mic Check
Shawty light steppin' ain't hear him coming
He

You see all these killers that's standing round with me
You bet not play crazy now
I started doing good all by myself
Then that's when they bought

of mastering rhyme etiquette
The fine dimes, the lines that stand time
Are materialized by the genuine mind
Sometimes the fights enough
Not Warcraft, make love

In the kitchen whipping I be straight finessing
Bringing back them 36's them niggas guessing
Glock nine by my gut
I be tricking off with the sluts
Roll

But something got lost on the way
We made some friends you promptly pissed off
And I worked all night and all day
Then OPEC got sick of Nixon, oil

I'm sitting here in college tryna get by
But all this guy wants to do is just get us high
I thought Oshkosh was a place to get a degree
But now I

the bag for the weekend
I'm gone to Los Angeles
Tell em spread out my name like evangelist
Roll by myself just can't deal w abandonment
But I got that stick

see her walking by, walk in sly
Slick talk, thick back and she looking super fly
Whole snack but you know she coming super-sized
Barely knows my name,

around, even the priest is afraid of me
You know, I got me up here so I can spit my verses
I'm going so hard, I'll be surrounded by hearses
But not for me

is listening
'There's a light going off in my head
I think that shits glistening'
Im balling in this bitch
Like Mavericks
Im balling in this bitch
Like

had to the pay the price
See them in my dreams, really hard for me too sleep at night
Haunted by the guilt and memories when we were taking flight
I

Big weatherman shit, you already know what's going on
Max volume
Aye Melvin, what the fuck is that?
Paparazzi in this bitch
Chillin' with some

fucked up. Kick a door. I'm in. It was shit I did I ain't told my friends. I'm off like two. Jumped in the booth. You know what mode Im in. Why my hoe be

uptown I'm tryn do suntin'
I'm juice hunting
So who got it?
I need my cup to over runneth
I sell it by the hunnit
You rap like a eight
I'm a different

own headphones
Let's get going, by the second show
I had know since I grabbed the microphone
Figured that it's time I let it go.
Now guess which goats

to my funds
Got chains on we look at em like lunch
Gotta brainstorm about what typa gun
He was talking that nigga run me my ones
Ain't no going back when

Don't get caught up in mirage
I get high off of the lifestyle passed on to me by the mob
Bugs in the rug
You know that she down when she stomp them in her

catched me, they also got you
Wishing I would have been listening
To all off the stuff, my dad said while winning
The war that we fight inside till ripe

Mmm
Mmm mmmm
Mmm
Yeah
Son Raw
I going tek unu pon a journey, yu zimme
Through my city
Mek unu know how wi flex, so let's roll

Yow, yow, yow
I pull

needed some help
But maybe I need to bail cause maybe they needed themselves
Searching for this balance I needed the hell
I been so off track but I needed

I said excuse me
I don't do this type of thing usually
Don't always give it up this loosely

You said, I can't explain
But baby by the way that you