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we're headed
For the ones that no one mentions this is for the legends
Story told glory unfolded low behold she wrote a message
Roses grow in rows beyond

Name-brand dead niggas
You know they some trophies (Gas)
He was Muslim, but we left lil' woadie holy
(Rah, rah, rah) i'm a road runner and
These niggas some

Press then eject, left with a sket
Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek
This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng
Up close and personal
Spray it like it's

Smacked off an edible i left the store
Make sure my signature ain't legible

ShittyBoy, bitch, I'm hated by the janitors
Time to clock in, man
I know you

you
Slide with two 30s ain't no question if we airing you
Niggas kno that glock boy coming nigga
I spent my last dollar on that glock 17 cause I was

the fuckery
All of my stats are legit, never gonna quit watch me swing for the fence
Mean no offense, but shit get me intense
Niggas be selfish with all they

bank
On the road made a dub we hit 4states
Dawg keep asking me fa sauce he ain't no pap
Btc yo ass might be fat but u got no face
Boys flicked us told

we got I thought
"damn she‘s send from above"
I had no hope that she might be the
One, but as time flew by I begun
Till she wrote with
Her ex and all

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

Yayo

Some real shit some real shit
No deal shit
Yea it's got to the stage I don't feel shit
Yea, I remember those days
Were I'd steal shit
Or run around

no more
Shit all i feel is velour
I paralyzed by my freedom
I don’t know what to do
Look in the mirror it’s true
Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you

calm and composed
I keep shit bottled up so
Long it eventually explodes
I'll never get past it all
By eating Rocky Road
Or coke through my nose
No only

close to home
I ain't got no place I can call my own
Getting lost on this open road
And I'm by myself don't know where to go
Feel like I've been left

tool
Uh
Screw yo rules
Don shit and I'm ballin' like you know who
Up in the clutch ain't no question my crew won't lose
So tell me what you gon' do

Said

supremacy
We've already known America's not our home
We're just citizens with no representation of our own
But we pay taxes, some as soldiers for the chief

You're All Dying

Necro

Gory Days

plastic, etrocities like these are drastic
Cut you open, shoved a spike in ya liver, your veins are like a river
Blood flowing through veins like roads

I AM [Radio Edit]

IAM

Live au Dôme de Marseille

2005

I see you stumble in the darkness 
Broken roads have left you shattered 
Every step is getting harder 
Like every dream is a disaster
You know you

we're dogs 'cos we want a one nighter
No 'cos your a ho and we don't wanna wife ya
Siting here thinking how the hood left us, dead, jail, couple niggas

all love bro
I couldn't give a fuck if you got hit by a bus though
I buy in bulk, Costco
Umbro, I will soccer if she cost though
Love? No. Me I just

to the seventh I had to get with the message
I started writing everyday but no one liked what I would say so I just tried to get away
I tried to run away from

Road
Leimert Boulevard
(Uh, still grindin')
Yeah, no doubt
(Still grindin')
(Uh, still grindin')

words, there ain't no other words explaining
The way i'm moving dangerous since you done went away
Sober left my vocab and faded be the forecast
I made you

Da Vinci, when I rhyme, I'm tryna paint the Mona Lisa
I love my money too much to be chasin' on some skeezer
You grabbed your bags and left, I never

my mind
Desperate vows
To claim what once was mine
Like a new found light
For tired eyes gone blind

Looking towards the end of the road
All lies left