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you’re running in place. Just tryna get by, just tryna get paid but when you look around see something strange. Land of the free and home of the brave

a friend even in the dark
Who you help is helping ya self
Who you hurt you get point
You can destroy ya self
Build ya self
Steal ya wealth
Choices are yours

says are you out of your mind
The only thing we know is doing this night club grind

Don't quit your night job
Don't quit tonight
Don't quit your

seen in my motherfuckin' house I might be catchin' a case

You see, this the place that I'm from
You don't know where you at, bitch?
You dripped in

you to church

But if we speak again
The hands are reaching in
The feelings deepening
Know by the weekend's end
Be back to sleeping in
Know where that's

by picking up the pen, writing and spittin'
Not to mention, things went south as soon as 2020 came in hand
Made a soft generation where we cancelled

friendship was our destiny
But we are born of very different pedigrees
You was puttin' me down while I was puttin' you up
Tryna keep you off the streets you

different stock
We not similar at all
Look how unequal we are
Have you read animal farm
I'm an animal dawg
Way too fresh
I don't have to flex
If I ever do
I

where you stand do not fucking play
Getting all this money, shit's crazy, really getting paid
Now you wonder why I'm on Rodeo almost every day
Matter

on the street is where they’re at
Rick gives a command, but it falls on deaf ears
This dog’s got its own plans, it’s clear

You, listen up, it’s Jon on the mic

we spot some angels
Still young, 22 like Hakim
Backed in, trapped in a corner
I ain't gonna get caught lacking
By 23 I'm sure I ain't gonna be left

wait wait before I proceed to move on just know 
No matter where I go and what I do you guys are in my mind in my heart and soul
And even though I'm

cause' when I make it
I'mma take it and then y'all gon' understand Yeah, yeah
I'm in my zone I'm concentrating
So please leave me lone if you are hating

're communing with me
Stop watching TV had to tune into me
Where your antennas you should tune in and see
A lot thing are just not as they seem
Niggas not popping

the people
They are the ten
You are the paper
And I am the pen

Stuck inside riddled with thoughts, that control my life, I call that trauma
If I speak my mind

write
Are seen like the uncommitted crimes committed by me
I might rise above the hate
I have got so much to fight
In spite of this I fight the message

getting by, Bay to the A yeah I fly
CA state of mind, when you grind it's just a matter of time, I'm trying 'til they flatten my lines
Used to pick seeds

bitch, don't try it
By the time they get here, bitch, you gon' be lifeless
Yeah, I'm finna kill your bitchass
I just gave a little bitch dick, then she

misplaced
And flowers shown
Are grown by mother's wet face
After receiving mother's fears
Slightly relieving for a doctor's ears
No more reasons to clean your

there, where a magazine you know that sixty percent of teenagers
Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that

I'm just have to waste time. And was

Chill and Hussle

U.N.L.V.

Pimpin' a Hustle

If it means I have to walk the streets all
Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin' there selves (Where you at Tec-9)
I'm slangin' rocks in

son
We are not the same, you cannot hang
Ten feet tall when I post up in the paint
Shawty, say she love me don't even know her name
He doing it for

I'm in the street where the world passes me by (going faster)
Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside
And everybody has a story to tell (all

that
When other people post you quick on the tap
After all these years is this really where we at

If C.U.R.T. was still living would we still be friends