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the upmost man are like for nuff years you've been fucking up flows But tell them time waits for no man don't want to be old on road kicking a coke can
and told her her skin look burnt off Honestly racism ain’t even my biggest turn off Woah stop Need more folks to focus on their own clock Don’t cop
grown hate I don’t need your co-signs now I bought my own space By years of overturnin every stone face Army of one and I got the right troops I done ran
or a weapon All I need is about 30 seconds and I'll teach you a worthy lesson Don't fuck with Devz in a session Nothing but bars and aggression From day 1 I've
woulda thought I was importing drugs If I get a one million pound house I don't wanna hear nobody's big mouth 'Cause that'll make me one of the most
phone, come by the crib We in the pool, I slid it in I slid it in, I slid it in I take a quick shower then hit again That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's I
nerves. Now I've read the word and seeks redemption But for this album I'll make a fcuking exception (Chorus) To all the homeboys workin in Argos To all
the gabbit Bus ride motherfucker staying on the transit Drugs like babies Real gracefully I handle it I don't think lames could understand it Boxcutter Pazzy
Yeah Yeah Uhhhh Yeah Yeah I'm back Our Our Our No introduction Yeah Put a price on my head that's going put you in debt 2 letters O and the S, don
seen? Feel like fuck my dreams All a nigga see is pitch black When I sleep at night Hoping that I never gotta Wake up again hoping I can reset and not
The funny thing about me Is I don't do that much I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch Y'all wanna see me flop, but I swear It's all love i
Dear lord, I pray, I buss trays And even if I don't, I write my bid and pray Other the day I touched space I pray for the poor and Little niggas like me
tainted the chapters Peace, god. Peace, Allah. Let's see what the facts is We back on the dessert sand doing back flips Son, salt and fresh water don't flow
or athletes? Man runner get caught by hand speed Forget the violence Be silent Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private Back to my yard where I'm
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