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Holding out for a hand into the criminal life
Make my world my enemy
They done, done it to me
Walking home, days
I'm thinking the nurse gon hit my mama

to God I'm crazy
Yeah, now let me do this
Stand back while I do this
Yeah, let me do this
Stand back while I do this, yeah
We trap niggas, we live not

a L, won't find another you
Good times but the hurt stays part
Bad days hit me in the worst way hard
Tryna reach out in the first place, can't
So I'm

(Intro)
Hold up, let me think of what i wanna say man
Just, let it ride ride for me, nah mean?
(used to shed tears in the dark)
Shit right here

The shit I go through is enough to keep me insane
Enough to go ballistic when the fits hit
And risk it all for a cause beyond simplistic
And I don't wanna

Young-ins
Now I will clutch and dump em and run to church
And pray that God that he don't leave me under and if I face the thunder
Just toss me my rain boots

treat me like their bitch
Well when I spit a track and take six shits with my sick hits
And suck out all your grit with half the work of my last diss

tell me that it get like this
Five on the feet, got the diamond machines

They never tell me that it get like this
Like this

Still gotta hit it every

all these thoughts still in my dome
I was young, jumped in the streets

And now these niggas want me gone (ooh)
Why they leave me lonely
I ain't ask for

the way I hits your pallet 
Heard you fell off your grind bruh don't lose your balance 
Ive go too many relying on me
That shit would be tragic
Here today

and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count

in SLO mo
Take a pic
Knew I was a G by the age 6 
Used to make hits , when I baby sit
And I'm tall and ball try to label this
Make a story told em they

success, let me get a whiff of it. I'd probably be a star if I was whippin' it
If I was doin' that, I'd be a hypocrite. I ain't sayin' I ain't never did

going stupid, disappear I feel like David Blaine (Yeah)
Shawty gon' go stupid
She give me all of her knowledge she give me that brain (What?)
Y'all just

Well Let me know how this real if we living a lie? We used to hustle nickels & dimes, just to get by. Like if you need it hit my jack meet me

all about Logic's PLP
But if I catch you talking behind my back I'll hit ya with a
Punch line, cause never once did Y'all wanna grind
With me and now

choppa sing
Call me young Pentium with no heatsink, yuh
They leg-locked my van up down by Kurt's angle
Worst thing, tho
That your music more generic than

endured now that revenge causes a itch 
Y’all destroy the man, I destroy his village 
Destroying from foundation let me see how much privileged 
I’m winning

will say how dare he
Yeah I'm getting off
World been getting crazy ion really like what it's giving off
So let me check the spirit cause I know that's

know he was really minding his business (just like me)
'Til-'til niggas came fucking with him and killed his dog and stole his car (yeah, let's go)
So

The times just pending for me to drop it
Tried to provide a voice in this fight
This don't let me rest at night
Reminisce if this ruined my life
This is why I

Blessed I'm So Blessed 
Surrender to the Saina if I ever Feel Stressed

And I cannot be whitened, paralyzed or frightened  
By a tendency to measure me by

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

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1993

Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut

they quick to touch, bathi "Buti khumul" i-jazi"
I keep 'em all, of cos, till huzuki zandla yes
Looking to ménage, let me pipe 'em a little
Ladies you