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The first half I took for myself
25% went to the shelter
The rest of it went to the dirty twelve
Hurdygurdy-type rationale
You try to play me I give

some pound town
Fuck her good but I ain't going down
Got a hammer on me when I'm rolling round, peek-a-boo, it's a man down

Bitch don't play me, place

Can it be
I'm the one who be turning my dreams to reality
Never met granny but feel in my core that she see me put work in
She lookin' down proud

I don’t give a rat’s ass, y’all Peter pettigrew
Peter Pans you are not a man, you ain’t ever grew
My pedigree is higher
You a dog while I’m peddling

real one but they Cloth changed
On God bitches be committed with they Mind changed
Who would've thought living in color was
A crime
Man goddamn niggas is

the roof but this man ain’t for all the jazz,
I got that bass, I stormed the base, and tore the place in half,
They won’t give me all my flowers, but it’s

Pray for a day to make a way so I don't feel the same
Why do you coin all these cliches, man, it's just a game
Bought some new flowers in exchange,

I got a glance
Lost friends over ends
That was back then
I was up I was down
But I still stand
Till this day handle my own
Like a grown man
I don't go

you to listen closely to me
Don't give a fuck what they think about me
What they think about us don't affect us baby
As long as you by my side I

I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink

but myself

Lookin' in the mirror, I don't see my own reflection
A shell of a man and I'm left without direction
I gave up all the chances that I had

a featherweight/ 


Man I’m so Blessed/ 
I just meditate/ 


Peace of mind/ 
That’s what you get/ 
When Out the way/ 

By any means/ 
I just listen 
What Malcolm

that I was it
I put a Rolley on my wrist, they know I'm chosen, I'm so lit
I'm the type to set up my man just like a motherfuckin' pick
I'm they type

attention
Wasn't getting it at the house

Mama had to work, age seven
We was home alone, got pushed off the porch We ain't jump, but we held our own

Showed

Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun
What's going on with these niggas
Uh-huh, Demarc CBT nigga
Man, Shake Sum Part 2 nigga
Even walk up in the party, bitch you

Upside the head
That ain't right
She said give em back
Gotta little older
And starting blowing doja
Hopping in and out
The OG red Range Rover
Make 'Em Say

tatted that on Chest and more
I used to be nappy, headed selling work right at the store
I might take your hoe today and give her back, just keep the cat

found him a job off indeed
If a Nigga say he did me some', well that shit was cap
If this rap shit do not work for me, least I know how to trap
He a fake

can't feel the heater
Give me henny please don't be light I need the whole liter
Crazy how it works I take a sip and now I don't need you
What do I need

She just wants a man who rough and raw
Like Miles Davis
I just want a bitch who give good head
And can sing like Mavis
Staples on the low you know we

Me and my nigga
Like two peas in a pod
We beef on the spot
Or leave it to God
Turn the other cheek
Theres's no peace
With the opps
You man are

of you
And this track is filled with the truth
Weeks go by, nothing but shhh
You hear it? I don't hear it
Must be real pain niggas see in my eyes tryna

I’ve got a long day work trying to sort out things that are needed to be done
I’ve got to walk and run up and down from sunrise to sundown

But I’m

the unfortunate will bite the dirt
Work ourselves to the bone and we never see the pennies worth
Think you've seen it all in actuality, gets plenty worse
You're