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We going hard on every team
Our destiny, you can't come between
We just coming for the checks
Drive on Malcolm X, get it by any means
Yea, I'm Young

Now you know what the fuck goin on
I'm the best rapper in the game and you know that shit
Suck my dick faggot.
They said I would never famous
They

road by myself 
The battles carry on 
For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong 
Now I could care less, truthfully

talkin' show action
Ain't got no time for relaxin'
I gotta get mines baby
Get up and grind baby
And not a nigga in the world like me that you'll find baby

a fucking tumor
Feeding us bullshit that we love consuming
We got a clown in the office, there's no time for humor
Waiting on a miracle singing Hallelujah

still growing
This heart always has a home for you
Blue drapes by the throne for you
A section that was zoned for you
Still do what you want to do
I’m

by brick i built this cell
Casted away
My head stayed up
Settled for non
End game ohh well
Na na na
I crossed the ocean
Fought the monster in the sea

Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no

Motivated by His love so I model Him
Stay close through the word no space or time
Keep Him first in my life more prayer time
So check your tone when you speak

waste no time
Go save yo life

Money, I get it. It come & it go
Just like these hoes! Here in a hurry, then back out the door
I like how she swanging that

back, and spit for gin
Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from wood hall
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the same no more
Niggaz

control

It’s where I’m put in

Going to war with a mind of my own

Dying to meet Mr. Shakur

Blinded by riches and gold

Till I see the light at the end

driven by the wishes of the weak and the poor
Inspiration from the dreams of those stuck on the floor
And cant get up, because their hearts are at war

and awe, she amazed, surmised

And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is

mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when

miss me when I'm living off the grid
But I won't hold my breath no
And I talkin sex when I say you about to catch a left stroke
Do not take it wrong,

nigga no lie
Looking so live, heads turn when I roll by

Can you see me now, yeah
We gon keep it hood, 24 7 mayn
But I'm doing this one here, for

stop praising his name
Even when I’m through the pain
Its people out here that gotta see holiness is real in the field and it ain’t no game

I’mma do

than a phesant
I'm higher then a parot
Hundred thousand dollar chain
Brain brighter than the carat
I'm ahead of ya'll
No breaks on the boy wheels

teams
Nowadays, hard to trust, because these fakes gathering
Cali bound rebel from the city of Pomona
No cap, level up in the moment
Hit 'em with a jab,

blunt
Feel free in my room you can be a cunt
Whatever you like, I should be your T.i
While I'm giving you Tips to the game don't deny
You can have PhDs

and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz

Broken Letter 
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

I'm just tryna understand like everyday I wake up I'm scrolling thru my social

One More Chance

Brian Bart

Tribute to Notorious B.I.G.

2004

the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So