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hittin' their lockers
I got purses and wallets for my big pockets
Bitch, shut the fuck up and give me the watches

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
When that nigga get

When I'm lifted I will draw
The weak, the strong, the rich, the poor
Whoever shall believe in me
Will dwell with God forever more

Antagonists

He calls

on my mind
And I found my way,
I can tell by the flatter of your eyes
Without watching
We watched time unwinded

Why you do what you say wouldn't do

gave me the game and his jersey
I like a stand up chick independent
She's such a Barbie (said she pretty & viscous)

She said she tired of eating shrimp

energy that's now I give my gifts
You couldn't tell me otherwise
I'm the prize
And on the mic I'm nicer than most of these other rapper guys
Freestyling

sleep
My pop-pop told me about it, remember?
Warning, a family tree with a half glass of whiskey or a pocketful of crazy
So pick your poison, sweetheart,

night I was cold
Sat and cried on my own when you died couldn't cope
Can't lie caught me by surprise when you took your life
I know, that's the same night

aim at your brain
And give all of you headshots
(Glrrra, glrrra)
Won't leave a trace, no evidence
I'm the opposite of irrelevant
It's hard for me

cannot
Won't give up before taking my shot
On the north trynna make fetti almost got Me shot
Aye aye
Watch out for the opps, everyone getting Popped
Out

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

is growin' no matter how slowly
Don't even know me, so you cannot relate
On the way to the top and there ain't no debate
Why would I stop, it's how I

They want some more well I'll give them another
I've been on go since the sound of the buzzer
I'm not on your radar, I work undercover
I'll eat you

The more that I discover
That there's no me without us

Spill divine alibis as we drink them in
Tired of waking up and feeling numb
That sinking feeling

don’t relapse
Bet you hoping I fall on my face
Told that bitch better stay in your place
Only concern is a play and some cake
Youngin sleep by the K

One Life to Live

Lifer's Group

Living Proof

couldn't live on the bone
Oh what a way, hey, today you gotta get your own
By any means, I mean I have to get the green
My sneakers used plus I was tired

can't stop me
I can't never run from God
The created of all source
cll On God
I Give it cll To God

Imma get a new car
Like Stewie said imma get a cool whip
Dont give up when they say you can't have it
Dont ever say you done, you quit
No not me
Imma get

impossible to fail your entire life is a lesson
Could kill and die in a jail or grow tired tied to depression
Get pissed you were never rich, you could give

Always handled my

You cannot live my loss
You can't afford this cost
Successfulness bring enemies
Want me closed in like a box
Stay tight with your

Baby, It's Mommy
I was just checking in
Hey Baby, It's Mommy
I just wanted to hear your voice
I love you
Give me a call when you get a chance
Bye
I love

I'ma call this, Golden Gate Flows"
Got my nigga CHAD with me
It's Breed shit
And shoutout to all my folks up in the bay
I see you, Yay Area
That's me

they Hang me from that ceiling fans
Please Turning on that ceiling fan
So I can spin the block again
Tired of raising up my hands
A easy shot for cops

your love made me sick
It was toxic
It was not it
Going back and forth throwing all these objects
I'm smoking purple haze until you do right by my name

the truth to come out
You know what i'm saying
Everytime I speak I want a shiver

God got me, the devil's heart go Bury disgrace
Give me the mic and I swear