Lyrics:
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I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
I'm Just tryna get rich
I'm Just tryna get rich
Rolling up grams of the potent
That's all a nigga be smoking
Grew right by the ocean
The diamonds
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
that's only how the fire works in the beginning of july,
Heard one today that really took me by surprise,
13 years old he didn't live before he died,
From
like
I bag it by eye
Only candlelights
I bet they don't own all their masters right
I bet they don't know what karma's like
And none of my friends
the game if he came up
It gotta be the same way his man done
Nah brother its all an image for over privileged
Yall numbers the owners divots on summer visits
the maybes
Hating, crazy
All a brother needed was a lil' push
He so quick to push me
Ride of the edge
Write my name in red
Write me off as dead,
[Missed]
They
I wake up and I feel I was stranded
In a world that hardly represents me
Step by step I collect all my nightmares
Like a modern Renoir I'm painting
the food
That people here would treat my brother well
And that he would know he's good"
I laid out all those pages
And in my study typed them up
It was
She lives close to the tracks
So she never sleeps a wink
The trains run all night
Give her plenty time to think
About the love that she had
To a man
We pack up our gear
And we're gone again
Driven by passion, outward
Away from family and friends
But what they can't see
Is that every day I'm
It's Friday night down somewhere
The whole nation is taking a train
In a field of haunted faces
Through the weeds of worry and pain
By day we dig
live
The less concern we have for our fellow man
The Man with thе Hoe by Edwin Markham
Bowed by the wеight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe as he
can't make eye contact with his mum
I feel like a paigon
Even though I did knife combat
For her son
I live by the code though, that's a no no
We
Hello hi tell your guy, don't pedal by metal fly
You got kids to live for, you better take your tail inside
Catch my enemy while they sleeping, give 'em
That's him in the corner of social oblivion
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges
Buried in
mind
They made my decision
A cruel inquisition on a false premonition
Followed by a rain of live ammunition
Left in the dust or led to conviction
I read
Aye, I make music from my basement
I done came up and got famous
I'm the G.O.A.T., ain't no replacement
35k on my bracelet
Niggas is bitches, I
You know you fucked up, bro
You know you fucked up
You know?
Tommy Gun shit
How much wood can the woodchuck chuck
If the woodchuck looked like
your life to next level or remain no more
Word up, word up
Well, I'm colliding with the mind of a survivor
Surviving, uncover the time brother
The high
Help to ventilate, lung capacity featherweight,
Your audacity to judge me by my cover
A mistake unlike no other.
Would your brother judge your father
If
pierce
We speak the same language brother love, laughter and tears
Refugees trading death for a prison
While some base a set of opinions on race, sex
lands
Crazy and free
If we don't get you
Get your brother instead
We're gonna fill you up
Fill you up
Fill you up full of lead
'Cause I carry a gun
the ground.
Since these murders occur every single day, so put the gun away because I want
To live to see another day. A happy day. Where there's peace
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