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I[00:01.51]Watch the moon[00:04.95]Let it run my mood[00:08.30]Can't stop thinking[00:10.47]Of[00:11.59]You[00:14.10]Can't stop thinking of you

know what you done
Got a gang of some youngins
Ain't no where to run
Yeah, I ride through the city
My nigga, the trunk in the front
Yeah, fuck what it is

toxic.

Getting Fucked up by some hot shit.
Two William Lawson's and some hashes,
One day your car runs in the tree, crashes
Burnt into cemetery grounds

the clones 
Run the red and only then are we prone
To check the self out the place you know 
I'm eclectic, checking methods
Less detection, more progression

claiming you a man but still aint gaining no respect

True Story
When I was 16
I was going down the wrong road
But my eyes open up quick
When I heard my

dribble
My youngin official he only 16 he already got 3
I send him and he get em
Sneak dissing bro and you know you can't hide
Lil bruh say he sliding then

them bricks of Kathy Lee & Regis
You play connect the dots and the opps run up on you like Slim Jesus
For my daughter I'll Broad Street bullies like

a M16 and a trench coat
We gettin' bred like French toast
You know I'm doin' this shit off impulse
Yeah, you on your way to a M, you gettin' close

Buzz

pops in the crib
I was 16 in hackney, no family, 20 man try come for the kid
Some man with cones, some with the sticks some with the kicks
Man tried

them niggas)
Damn, where the fuck the tunnel lead to?
(What? What?)
Live by the gun then you gon' die by the gun
(O oh) first I turned 16
Then I went

I'm in trouble dial 9-1-1 clap from the double.
I'm fadin' fast maybe you can save me.
You know I'm tryin' to run from this, man I'm too young for this.

pattern them
You been rapping about the trap
But you ain't had a
I Think you should go to cunch
And then come back again
By the time I was 16, I was never

turn and run
It's my turn to be done
It's my turn to be loved
Don't ask me why I'm not
Cause the answer ain't a good one
Believe me
I know you don't need

Yo Cyclon this shit hard
I do this shit for fun, I do this shit for fun
I do this shit for fun
Gotta take that chopper out we'll get 'em one by one

I'm a new soul, cold-blooded monster
Vibin' to the radio like a rockstar Shootin' it through like an all-star
Tellin' my mama I'm a rap star 8-16

fuck up
Mattic by mi waste
Nun If dem wa run up

Nuh wonder How me dweet
Some nigga have no luck
If you nah mek money
Dawg jus shut up
Have yuh Gyal pon

Verse 1: 
C'mon don't you just wanna...

Feeling fine and secure
Getting by but unsure
Let's get out of this town
I'm tired of dreamin'
Run away from

Do It Man

Masta Ace

A Long Hot Summer

2004

Sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom
See that kid, 16, try to cop a gat
Ever since he was a brat he been a copy-cat
And he ain't scared to pull

Used to be down bad but now I'm up good
I'm the same young og I came up in the hood
Since 16 trappin off weed n it's goood
Getting bands that you

for certain niggas
You cool with the enemy I can't fuck with you
I don't have nightmares about demons
I think i'm more terrified by betrayal 
Ain't

This the shit I write so I can show em when they asking spit a
16 boy I know that you be rapping really
I be chilling in my denim gimme nomination

a trap, bitch I be in the field[01:19.02]I can run this shit up by myself, bitch I don't need a deal[01:22.24]Aye i got something to say, before I cook

Know yo pockets hurtin' 
He want beef, that shit ain't worth it
I-I got drank and ARP you just might need some surgery
If you make it out alive

I go by the book, don't do low blows
It's me and my Totos
Never been one for the photos
Just meet me in person
If you think it's worth it
It's hard