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that I bleed

Rat ass vato, Got a case, Cuz his ass The police
I'm tapped in, I'm that nigga, yeah, that paramount kid
Surrounded by bad bitches, cuz

shit back
And her hairy legs break
But she told me, "Don't stop"
So to fuck on her face
She look all retarded so I turned away
By the time I looked back

creepin through the night
Mercy
I’m always tired (tired)
The only way out is suicide
Ain’t gone kill myself just sayin only way out is to die (dead)
If she

the consequences
Doves cry Jamil prince ain't no picket fence
Wonder if I'm wronged who'd come to my defense
Aint see what I wanna be I became the recipe
Thank you

from Society
I'm tryna be free, working on them to fire me
They give us just enough just to get by
Ain't no fill ups, no matter how hard we try
No matter

the shit that makes wanna cuss,
Bust on the face of a bitch I don't trust,
How in the fuck do I come up with this stuff?
I guess this is the outcome

play by the rule and books are my thing
So never pretend to be somebody you're not

I don't mind
Tell em bitches man I don't mind
I don't mind
I'm just

we fire

I got lit on my own, sold a brick by my own
Those days all I needed was
A blick and a phone my young nigga hungry
He just hit a lick for his

without my woman I don't play that, (that)
How you leave me by my lonely, how u did that (did that)
If you only fuckin wit me when it's only bout the money

I think its messed up how
You just can't expect a mother fucker to reciprocate
The same energy and that same realness
You showed them
Guess you can't

The brave and the bold are the ones to be fooled
With a diet of lies by the Kipling school

Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
But I just

by the sea
You can be my favorite girl
Gucci down to your trainers, girl
Don't fuck, just taste it girl
Make you feel like you're famous, girl
I

Yeah
She on her knees, but I'm not her Reverend
And I wanna leave, she start to repentin'
And I'm not the one that you should be playin' with
I stay

getting closer
Reading south of France by Casanova
The end is near I gotta call my shaufer
Your time is over
Searching for new ways to get exposure
Gotta

Put Tha House on It

8Ball

Lost [Chopped & Screwed]

1998

My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot

I talk about in rap I used to fuckin' live it
When this depression eats my mind I wanna pull the trigger but I can't go out like that
I'm on a mission

I'm trying to manifest
Living that life boy you can't fathom it
Live everyday on some average shit, let's spend a few weeks up in Paris shit
In Senegal

facade
Don't nobody wanna prove what they worth, rather just say it online
Go ahead and take your handout
Whoever gave it playing god
Said you can keep my

im anything to go by
You asking
No why
Just passing wind as I go by
Deny my attempt at masking the farting
You got big nose roxanne steve martin
Sunny

a krillin' on my time
I just wanna bill it and be chilling when I rhyme
Keep it real for real and never switch up on my side
If you said you wasn't down you

a temple
Or a pyramid with booby traps 
Hell on all levels
Hella practice with shovels 
Mad fast in a scuffle
They wanna pay 
I manufacture the trouble

ya we bust up
Wanna be on my bread lemme nut up
But if she want my dough I’m finna fuck her up
Cuz all of my niggas we be cuttin up
This shit ain’t

missed it all, just sitting here

Overcome and kill

It all

Fuck all in my way, Imma take it all

If I see a single fray, burst it up so tall

Crying with

dough and go hard
And go hard
All I know all I know
Is get dough and go hard
And go hard
All I know is get this money
All I know is go hard
Raised by some