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even know what I been through
You don't know even know what I did for my life
I grew by myself I lived in a room
There is no kitchen and bathroom
My mom

flow
The type that make you crumble up your rhymes and write a suicide note
Superior mind, I was designed by a god of some sort
To prey upon humans

Open the door and run outside
Your little boy heart alive
Into the morning light
Into the deep and wide

Dinosaur bones in the flowerbed
Rockets in

the young age of 13
Same house, different neighbors and they all blame me
For all them cars that got stolen, the windows that got broken
A handful of jewelry

you run out of rhymes, gonna stand there sweaty
'Cause you wasn't ready, like Freddie the Foxxx
I'm ready

Street rappers hear a style that they like

Coolio
For everything it's worth
I've been watching re-runs of Full House and Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
But I wrote this song to remind you we're still here

bout
Moms work hard since Pop bounced
and left home an empty  house
Now every days a jam and 
I?m blazing grams trying thinking bout
How the hell my

a chance
To work out what is wrong with me

My small town heart gets worried
When the crowd starts throwing stones
I'd love to stand and fight by your side

I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't

medicine
I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you!

[Violent J]
I take so many Zoloft
I bleed my nose off
Run up in a church and rip my fucking

kicked
A hole in yo wall oops broke yo couch I'm a fuck around
and have 2 by a house cause I done hit u dat payow!

[Chorus:]
She don't know about me u

of my diamonds in high definition
Can't be where I be cuz I'm somewhere expensive
Run up a ticket... stack it and flip it
Money come quick when you

They want me
P. Miller wheels
Iced out grills
The house on the lake cost at least six mill
Dude your too small
Better get some hills
You messing with

juggalo, ya know
what I'm sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house, walk up
to they mom's, grab em' by the face, and say "FUCK
OFF!!" 
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH, FUCK

the opportunity, knocking my door

Imagination of an eights year old
I feel you by my side
There's flowers in the pavement
To filter out the crime
And I'm an egg

meals with the basic wheels 
Taking each day by storm 
Tryin earn dough until 3 in the morn 
Grinded it out but hearts never torn (yeh yeh)
Tryin treat me

my house
Another one for momma
Pay my whip
Maybe go spend around
But then again I need assurance
Promises
Not life insurance
I feel the evil within

slower than good news
I never got the chance to make a mistake or a rookie move
My run up is a subject you motherfuckers should look into
My nigga made

bigger too
Days go by I'm brought to realize that I'll never stop needing you
So I bow my head and say my prayers, I'm asking you for strength
I can't make

I waited till I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't

of my flesh
I'm signed now means buy now
Means I'm cashed out so bye now
The blood of my city it runs through my veins
So I'm dripping shit from state

been out the house
And free enough
Ain't stuntin' none of ya'll who judge me
Surrounded by the ones that love me

I'm talking
BBQs & Body Rolls
BBQs

run it up
And get a hundred dubs, all that shit is 1v1
Man i can rhyme forever baby imma speak that shit
Told em i just do this shit i got some music

hurry
Tryna see 8 figures by da time I turn thirty
If da nigga pull up we gone put him in da dirt
Bitch don't get hurt
And if you don't come then my nigga