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a blade
Thirteen I was rollin with a kitchen
Hear all the chat
But I done got man in their back
With my Rambo n wiv my flick ting
Quick ting, victim
Oh shit

like our lives
Flashing by, I saw you think
""There's got to be a point
Where arcs collide, and they converge
Into a straight line
Which no distance

while ya do it for the fame 
 Do this shit name this for my name….
Look at me different now with the shit
That i’ve overcame!
Old friends, old habits man

Hello from the other side 
It's D-Y-N-E 
Die die die 
A man that can do both 
Wrong or right 
And be the victor by landslide 
Majority rules on all

dawg, by any means
Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave and
Never lose this hunger building in my stomach, y'all made even 
Said my grandma

never started out as a friend
And I've been sayin' all da facts now
I've been holdin' back now
Hopin' that you realize but I hold my act down
And I know

driven for one hit and, yeah 
I take some gigs for free most are roadtrips
Gotta a cooler with ice, drinks and all the snacks 
Here comes the part where

relay 
The things I really wanna say
When all my thoughts are so confounding
Life is so astounding
Our bodies work perfectly
Biology is probably the only

friends

 But they just wanna eat me alive instead— they just need to get the fuck outta my head 

How am I supposed to work a job and still feel i can make

of tourin' (Sick of tourin')
Pretended to fear young women 'cause their stories was just boring
Every time the older ones are calling me my daddy
I'm fired up

the world, yep I guarantee
If we put a foot on the break and we think before speeding off
We could all clearly see
That we are the voice of the silent

for a light Switch
All I know is the bottom everyday a new problem wondering how my life end up like this
They say the best things in life are priceless

Phone a friend, my origin was lonely man
I made music to heal it, was my only chance
Flex for Christmas the Bikko boys spent New Year's in France
I hit

Ill write bout anything the good or bad times
My ex taught me, u can't trust anyone at all, Ye
But every time I see u, I give in and fall
Coz back in

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see

like Abraham you can be come His friend
And what I like about God is that He is never too busy or away
And His status updates are the ones you'll always

got him

Yo, a blonde fag took my
Kindness for a weakness
But instead of comin hard threw a weak diss
Twelve of his friends at
First I was speechless is

double cup, what's up?
Link up, link up, link up
My cup, double cup, what's up?
(My cup, double cup)

Used to be home, no where to go, alone all by

all of your friends in the pen
One time for my homeboys in the county jail
Two times for my homies in the penitentiary
You could be a killer now
That

roof open
And when I drive by got all the girlies hopin
That I open up the door and get to knowin
Excuse me baby doll but you friends who I'm scopin

was my stomping 
An eastside nigga 
Zone 6 who reala 
Came up out the parments 
Where them niggas go guerrilla 
A triple cross a turn ya best friend

klan man I'm done with these niggaz
We are not gang I ain't dining with these niggaz
They better understand I'm the one like Neo
All about my bands

At time I got shot, was set up by my own friends.
A trip to the hospital, I thought we was close then.
Money makes people do dumb things like most men.
Been

orange
Fill you with cyanide from my syringe
And that'll be the end of your life
If I died, where would I be tonight?
Would I be in heaven or hell?
After