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on the missions kill the nigga na he pissin 
Boy that's nasty 
We ain't gotta shoot you.. get ya ass beat
cnd after this I'm prolly rappin on a fast beat
Why I rob

the y wit u
And I’m sicker than the flu
Yea sick for the love of you
All my patnas, tell me
Rob, brody
Hope u get well soon
Cause u got me stuck like glue

shoot em up bang bang/Lil homie in the hood gang gang/They wanna be the hardest mudafkr out in the streets/My AK 47 will knock you out of your feet/ 45 by

a picture of tha squad One by one watch me crop 
You can’t pull or swipe my card 
I be stepping a lot 

 Look I’m from the Ville folk 
Where we rob steal deal

some Black Rob
Like woah oh my god and lil’ Hov 
And the goats in my book starts with NAS ah
That they knew from fluid bars
They exploding like its

with caveman 
Sat a bitch with 1 leg nigga that’s amazing 
I’m at the airport chilling by the days inn
Thousand dollar bill up at Anthony’s 
Baby girl go

think I’ll eat that second Percocet
As a matter of fact, kick every hoe out that ain’t shaking ass 
And if she claim she got a n****, ask lil mama where

I might rob and stain , I blow out ya brains, when ya energy is strong , leeches love to drain ,  nigga we can’t get along we are not the same ,

light weight always playing for the team yea,

I grew up around the B’s and the C’s,
Doing G shit right in front of me,
Little they know lil Finney was

fake
All these bitches be fucking fake
Self-worth too much
For these fucking cheapskates

How you shade an eclipse bitch
Walk right by like ya don’t

think that we livin. Make it to the top and cut the head right off the snake. We know they live a lil different and that our food is fake. They'd rather

NORE, we like Fox and Jig, Lil Kim and Big
Whitny and Bobby, the police and Rodny
It's only Coke sails that make
Niggas try to rob me
So much ice,

a bitch
I don't give a fuck, ho
I'm pretty and I'm rich
Two iced chains got Based God a threesome
Looking this good I got stopped by policemen
No homo,

sharks
Boy I grew up by the lake
43rd that's right off state
We was out here on the trey
I went to hell n back
Twenty-three & one and three hot treys
Now

youngin years I was always breaking rules
Doin drive bys shoulda stayed yo ass in school
Posted with a strap lil boy you aint cool
Faded as a bitch spittin

but he could lose that
Lil brody pull up
Take it from you like "Ayy we can use that"
(Shit)
The bitch just keep on talkin' out her
Mouth when she can

in two
Man, I'm too hard for that
Too wild for that
Opps homies, cop rollies, rob em for it, make
Em buy it back, make em riot, man, yeah
I make em

Theory of Humanity

Produced by 1st official 

Verse 1

Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine

let him slide too
I do this shit right by my own
Ion give no fuck about a crew
Since MKay left man I've been hurting
So I'm fucking up goons
Been

my phone talking crazy
I keep a gun, ain't doing no fighting
This lil hoe crazy, asked me can she be my wifey
She set him up, we slime him out
Kick in

Put the gas in the air i can start a hurricane
Smoking on slurricane committing suicide by the dutch
Bout to blow my own brain while I'm getting

give the sense of greatest shit
Loomin' on the horizon, vying for highness that's against the odds
Mane, I am defined

Lil hoe, I learn from losses

Nigga I just came to party
Got a problem, I'll kill

Homie, all that mean mug
Get your face twisted face
Ain't a nigga finna rob me or take shit
Pyrex

MAYBE ITS TRUE 
YOU SHOULD JUST RUN AWAY 
YOU SHOULD JUST WALK AWAY 
SHE CRAZY 
THAT GIRL AIN’T NEVER GONE CHANGE 


WRTTEN BY: John Wayne (J ROB)