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You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
striker, not a goal hanger
You'll soon see Leah on a stage show banner
Leah, this money's too good by the hour
And it pays by the minute, live PA, that's
twice
Instead of doin' what's wrong, lil' bitch, you do what's right
I feel like fuck live in disguise
I showed my wrong, don't hide my right
You saw
and she hops back to me like spoink
Time keeps passing by so I'm just passing on this joint
Bothered by my past but I won't fall into the void
Tired of all
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
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It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilled liquor
One day you'll learn when you get burned
By then it will be too late you ya
Be too late for ya
When the fire spreads and burns, don't you know?
went top ten
And god willin we'll do it again
It was a long hard road believe me
People tryin to steal from me and deceive me
But that's cool, you live
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
I had to be a ace
It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face
I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed
I'm the leader
Don't care if you got us on your social media
Just keep a distance like COVID-19
I keep a mask on like future
Drive by in a Uber
Can't tell if we're
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time movin' on my own agenda
Eyes lookin' like I took a flight from Peff to Shanghai
This just how I ride
Cup of somethin' nasty blowin' by, yeah
How I
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer
Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under
Keep my eye on every (woof), cop
on the pack'll
Of nine cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles
Stress the word, so you know I live trifle
MC's, metamorphosize to digest
Days from a faze and my
this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar
Space, Age-in baby
Right right right right
One time
Beyotch
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
From
milli? He got something to live for
Don't wanna nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground
a mile a minute
Trying to live it up,
live it up, yeah
They say that it's stupid,
but I won't apologize
I think that it's therapeutic,
I'm living
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