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cocaine was the jam I night

I tried their music, course in V6, I'm on TV, fuck, I believe it
I just pride, let's don't go broke, I'm still on my second

the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by

know you lied
Tell me do you want to live or die
Let's roll the dice you and I
Yeah you weren't expecting the American Psycho
I smack the shit outta

thang
Lemme taste my wine
Lemme roll my joints
Lemme roll all 9s
I just be a couple stacks on black
'Lijah got another hit
You better hit the road Jack

Yeah I know you lied
Tell me
Do you want to live or die
Let's roll the dice you and I
Yeah you weren't expecting the American Psycho
I smack the shit out

Niggas thought this 4 shit died, with Lil Man and CG
Nigga in case you couldn't tell them niggas live through me
I think about you on my best days

continents, elegant nonsense
Even if gas is a gallon for 5, I couldn't live without my ride because it's how I survive
Don't be surprised if I drive to the last

you got to learn how to cruise

I'm on a dirt road speed limit's twenty five
Where you going so fast don't you wanna stay alive

Got too many

and the riches you constantly feening
The road thru hell has good intentions I'm constantly speeding
On a path of righteousness is what you should be scheming

pellets
I ain’t name my self bar god the people said It 
All my stresses made me stretch I had to redirect It
Ain’t got one tat but the words I live by are

you,
And I'm one of them, you understand,
They live in homes they didn't build,  
Eating food they didn't grow,
Traveling roads they didn't clear, 
Work

try
Twenty one years go by, I feel it in my bones
Roads
And we do each day, mess around press replay 
Catch twenty-two coming cause the numbers still

given out
Road to glory hope
I live to tell my story
Felt pain but I'm never giving up
I gotta stick it out
Money coming in now
Finally starting to win

been live since I grabbed the mic 
You ain't gotta ask me why... Iv'e let too many chances pass me by 
I put poetry on beats upload let it leak

Aye run it up
I put D'usse in a double cup
I got like 5 bitches on my line
I got a main don't want none of them
She wanna chill to the sun come up

sacks like a biker boy
Miss match Gucci, Michael Jordan
Bitch slap if he mouth disorder
Six flat coming by the border
Ditch that like I'm Robert Horry

tryin' to get my ring like Ewing
Coyote gang get a fuck n**** ruined
Nothin' but Andrew Jacksons in my pocket thought I was with the five
N**** thought

time ago
Not hanging by the roads
With my friends and foes
Getting up to badness
Getting nicked by the same
Po po

Welcome to the Southside of Atlanta
Rex Road just to be exact though
Soon as them packs sell them racks blow
Ring your doorbell meanwhile niggas

don't know, uh
She think my dreams of rapping seem illogical
I rap to save lives, kindda like Logic do
I ain't running with the rappers lacking logic

for mine, that's just how it go

I'm about to teach you something that you probably didnt know
Where I'm from, where I'm at you just gotta live by

stay on the go
Constantly on business trips
You know she stay hitting the road
I just got something I wanna tell you
I want you to know
And I don't

Time to see how son do
Took the high road
But I'm not above you
I walk the path
That was taught by sun-zu
This life is like the art of war
There's beef

Straight up with that drama man
Now you want to aim, point, shoot with the llama
And your kids is raised by they own grandmamma
Does anybody else see