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If you don't got talent, then you gotta' carry guns 
Then you gotta' carry drugs, they gon' label you a thug, but
You can be anything you wanna' be

me he was afraid of you
He showed me the gun by the bed
I watched his trembling hands slowly
Roll another cigarette

You know I know, yet you hope you

wanted some peace
You don't wanna see these hands, that's why you keep(in) a piece 
Believe that gun make you a man, I see that you don't think
And You

to fistfight
Cause they've been promised an apocalypse
By prophets without insight
He coulda fooled us
In fact we're dumbstruck
The school bus is looking like

Like imma just
Imma put this mask on, and just be like
Like chill witchu
Time goes by so fast
Try to make it last

Tell me when the slaughter stops
Niggas dying over coronachs
Everybody crying face drying from them water drops
Anything for they block a damn thing

not on the gram
I ain't tryna be your fan
When I step up on the beat it feels like gun play
It do whatever I say
Everything goes my way
I'm either

the sound that goes off just before the guns do
Before you have to run to the front line
Stand shoulder to shoulder, men in a line
Biting tongues and spitting

like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes

can't do anything but be James. You hide behind a screen name
We are not the same. I don't even need fame
Or want it, it's more about the freedom
See

back

I gave you everything 
cnd you didn't give me anything 
Why the fuck should I care about you 
If you don't care about me 

Time time, time goes by

The whole rundown
cll in the bed
Where my head rests at sundown

It's done now
I got no wife
cnd no funds now
She left with the silly little dude
I wanna gun

show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that

The fight everyday
Till the day I die
I fight everyday
Everyday I fight
The fight everyday
Till the day I die
A day goes by and I have not done anything I

was with another guy
I ain't even surprised that just how the shit goes
Made myself feel better by fucking a couple of hoes
Sold a couple of O's

The following suggestive fun
May just be too risqué for some
But anything goes as long as you got the chips
So, its mano a mano yeah pole to pole

Not as cold as the steel from my gun on my forehead
I'm already so dead
Soaking in my own apologies
And my blood is in O-Neg and it all goes wasted
He

to look suspicious shit is goin as planned atleast I thought it was they all come out showin guns nigga tried to run but they popped em like sum bubble gum

the street
Pushing my Santa Fe

"Hey thanks man, thanks for helping me get to circle k"
"Oh yeah, you know I'll do anything for a pack of smokes"
"Uh okay,

to take a break When I can barely even think I
Wanna drink
Week by week I ask my self yo Why you live like this
This is how it goes
Takin' uh different road

fuck wit me, but she ain't fuckin me
It's like I'm a sissy by making everyone run from me
And I sit and watch them leave
'Cause I wanna see y'all

She local and a loco for love she goes ballistic
Social a hoe tho but for doe she'd do anything
A gold digger she fucks with no broke Nigga get your

like I'm a vampire, blood all on eye
Gun sit on my left
Blunt stay by my side
Shawty in my ear
What is it she want
She just like a fly
Shoo that girl

out you can tell by her face
She received bad news
It's grandma's
But it feel like it's mom's funeral too
I remember the time got the call in Athens
Mom