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Going through mad shit trying to
Keep my head high coming to you live from
The middle of Bed-Stuy
Where it's do-or-die homicides and suicides
Sex,

of the top
No hope so cold but I know I can't Stop

At least I have a mindset that put me Up on my feet
Every rep every set done with perfect Technique
Bought

machine I wan em foreign
Bring the yansh and put it on me
Standing on my ten toes feet
Cus my son gotta eat you pussy niggas cant even fit
I swr on my life

down and it's fishcale, it's fire
Pray it ain't no fentanyl, my sons need me alive
Don't forget my baby moms, I love her
But I'm still tempted by

to drive
To live life without residing in the struggle Street
To putting feet up, seat back and living comfortably
I'm on that 50-50 grinding to my destiny

that 3D (That 3D)
Brody had a case and then we had to pay them lawyer fees (Uh oh)
Let me cut right to the chase with my cutlery
I get the bag by any

My son keep my words and lay up
My commandments with thee
Keep my commandments and live;
And my law as the apple of thine eye

Bind them upon thy

what's the reason you receiving a plaque
Need book of life you receiving a check
In agreement with all your demons keep my feet on they neck, Uh
Flow presi

you know hustling and giving out that free merch 

Living life in reverse 

I'm steppin till my feet hurt 

Every time i'm onna tracc you know i gotta

Say, we in the streets and
We grippin' on heat
You got beef then we fryin' your burger
My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls
Is all I got, fuck

me around
And put my feet on soild ground Then i heard the most percious
Sound of you saying trust me

He'll pick you up when you feeling down and out

Centuries ago though time has not passed for men now wear a mask

Blinded by luxuries for all now with two feet my enemies
Forgotten the hands that got me

First of all
Allow me award your eulogies 

You've been here from the gutter
I'm the son of a dagger
But you bore with my mazza 

Badder 

Ain't

First of all
Allow me award your eulogies 

You've been here from the gutter
I'm the son of a dagger
But you bore with my mazza 

Badder 

Ain't

speak
And these blood clots in my lungs almost took me out
How Imma live without my sons
Lord you can take me now
But I got two daughters and they need me

feet under roses
Hear what I'm sayin' I need all my bread
And dat little pussio yute Kyle dead
Cah couple months back he put hands on my sis
And I'm

of your soul
Listen to what our ancestors want
It's not them burning below
It's us who is forced to live in this Hell

Oh, tonight it rains again
But life

doin' all the lines
We don't give no fucks
We be swagged down to our feet but never feel fine
My life fucking sucks
I keep a thirty on my waist, just

on relax, put feet on
The track no refunds in fact, it’s free come
Sit back and breathe some
Relax just breathe, son inhale, then exhale
Repeat ‘til you

the folks who ain't get to see 24
I thank God for another day
A lot of brothas locked up or they've been slain

I'mma live my life freely
Gettin' stronger off

beneath your feet like the fire burning through this wood
It ain't just my culture it's the lives of millions that you overlooked
To the different countries

Half of these niggas my enemies, literally
I been off campus getting pampered by Miranda
Trying to go straight to Italy
Fuck a double standard, party

the locks

So before I slay this bitch mwah give Luke a kiss
Gotta wake up Labour Day to this (the fuck)
Been rich-shamed by some prick using my name for

My heart is overwhelmed
Fears surround me
But my shepherd
Has been seeking
And he has found me
Doubts on every side
My feet begin to slide:
My trials