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steady talking crazy
When you ain't good here, yea
Can't send more condolences than soldiers
Shit my brother blood still on the fence right by Crotona

at number 1?" You!
Dream come true, owner of my record label
Congratulating the money I'm about
To be making ask me to come in at 4: 10
Had an icy chain with

lux
Spittin' that high grade
Servin' that by ton
I'm rollin' with a few bitches
Only ones I can trust
I'm talkin' a dime in the back
And a dime in

It's crazy how much power comes with a little fame
Want to take pictures they all gonna know your name
But they don't really know who you are, they

On a budget, lunched with the cemetery staff
Til her resume had slashed through
The stomachs of the public
Everyone around you is dying
Everything you touch

Driving six hours on a Saturday
To play for fifty in a bar across the state
No one in the room will know ya
But for two hours you sing
Louder than

lotta flavors
Come shop, yeah, how you want eat, but I ain't never brought shit to the table

I'm in the trap with the pack getting paper, all I know is

(We're all rootin for you baby!)
Who the fuck am I kidding?
You've seen the size of this knife
(It's illegal in all 50 states)
I know you're tied up

Point, Georgia that is
By way of East Point
Shid, you already know who it is
It's ya boy Sugar Ray

Shid and I'm just gon do it like that there
Kelmo - all

I standing at an altar of gifts sacrificial?
Curious symbols, fifty cubits wide
As if the rock had been riven by some titanic chisel
The thought alone

a millitsant fatigue
Engulfeed by a reddish fire roaming the house back and forth
Accompanied by a sinister and ghostly roar
Windows will be splattered with

with these
chicks on Friends, they're all pushing 50
And I wanna throw a rock at
the doc at the hospital
when I don't know any shlocks
who are operating,

you up a nurse soon you gon need her by side
Feel like im lito it's like mental warfare
Shit got my mind fucked
9 minus 2 they almost called 50
Yea

to alone
I'm too used to the phone
When I last went outside
Home don't feel like it's home

Who are you
Are you the person inside of your head
Or are you

was scared, I woke up in 2000
Surrounded by apple bottoms jeans
I'm that kid who liked to play outside
And scrapes his heel fifty eleven times

40, never stress (yeah)
How you gon’ beef with a soldier?
How you gon' beef with a Cobra?
How you gon' look when we roll up? (Bang)
Watch a bitch fold

giving him fifty
Nina got a beam
Ima clear out da scene
Got them like what you mean
I'm just different
Now I'm moving militant, v gotta stay with tints, we

gone walk with a 9
Say a word and ima put you to rest
Young baller like the Ivy League
Poisonous call me ivy leaves
Take a life make his id leave
Lost

power
With all the rappers lying on hits, they so Pinocchio
Don't let nobody tell you no fib, or give you okeydoke
So I grab the bull by the horns

Shit, man, I'm telling you, by the time you're 30, you'll be rich and famous
You'll have everybody, buy everybody houses for everybody
You

Got blessed by a gyspy
Got the word from nipsy
You wanna take your time
But keep in mind
That this can all end quickly
This cutthroat game is tricky

its a weapon
raps one big casino
im plottin ocean 11
i might of sold the least but i still manage to be most feared by most mc's
who dope as me
who

50,000 miles I’ve traveled under the stars
My body still on this planet
My mind is halfway to Mars
I have lost my share of fights but
I’m proud

throwing on a sweater
I'm putting on for my crew next
Getting to the top
I don't give a f*** who you think next
Get yo b**** in line
Trying to kiss on my