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your luck cuzzy this ain't a casino 
I know problem solvers and they go wear-ever we go we go 
 
Far from the new kid on the block I'm established, 
Bout

I'm so done
There wasn't a night that went by and you didn't fight
I was powerless and I can't lie
There was so many times that I just wanted to die

looking mighty fine.
( laughs )
Is there something different about you?
Your feathers look
so glossy and black
and your eyes are sparkling like diamonds

sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine  
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,

Let me sit back & reflect on my memory 
Can't name a nigga who bitching me
Raised by my mother but no ain't no bitching me 
Most of these niggas be

This shit is
Optical, 2020
My optical year
So Ain't no stopping him
All these nigga claiming
G's Then turn and
Coppin' pleas
Stop it please you kids

In black and white pictures you took of me
Cause you were roses by the window
Saying Me and New York miss you
Do you think you'll ever come back
Do you

Times up the dead have finally risen
But what dose that mean for those
Who thought I was dead?
Killing me off by taking my head?
Should of severed my

ya'll just be taking it easy
One cold night a rose crossed paths with a demon
If you looked away you same as the one that was stealing 
A black woman

garbage
Need a clean apartment
Got me off-beat tryna play Peter Parker

All the blue chips moved in
Marcus perusing thru self-help books by the cool kids

thing
The scrilla
How to get it
And split it with la Familia
I'm un familiar
When I hit that block
By 12 o'clock
In a black car
Hoping they souls a rot in

with half cocaine
And shove it down some kids mouth with masking tape
Until he blacks out, that should keep his ass in place
I just say what I say, so

facts
No black cats or broken mirrors
So you better watch out cuz things are getting Hot
It’s trail by fire I’m in a frying pot
I’m a beast of the leash

hemp
Im J-O lul bitch if u not hip
I leave white on her lip like got milk
Man Stfu lil hoe you don’t need to speak
Pull up in an all black ‘Lac wit

Of genocide
Which is pretty much exactly what was done right here
By our founding fathers and their kids

On his tenth day in the White House, the voters said

Disgusted by these rappers man they can't tell the truth
It's 25 to life for that but I gotta shoot
Stitch my finger cuts I'm counting up all the loot
Haters

Mike Brown got shot what was y'all response?
Y'all got up and burned down the entire block
That's black businesses hurt, now he ain't got a job
And can't

money
I’m thinking there ain’t no division
Fuck around tryna get my attention
I'm grinding like I ain't seen my kids yet
I be running around and I count

to talk to the D's
A Nicca like me low-key
Plus I've been trained by G's run up on my shyt
I'll squeeze a better did the Draco breathe
Let the Draco go hard

never changed I need my props
Stuck to the code I just had to change the locks
Oooh me and Dru we finna spaz out
Cash out
He a white man but he a black

A Nicca like me low-key
Plus I've been trained by G's run up on my shyt
I'll squeeze a better did the Draco breathe
Let the Draco go hard
This is not no

separated my life into before and after
You see, in 1954 I made the jump from smartass kid
from the deli pushing a joke with every cruller to Freshman

Tour Team

67

Secure the Bag!

2017

half of you kids
You can never tell me 'bout risks
I risked my freedom and shit

How many times man spent them racks
Then made it back?
Trap-trap

Pops Was a Rolla

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness [Warlock]

1992

have sense
All I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungry
And the streets, they were callin me
So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G
To make it