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can't leave the house without the matching pistols
Just in case a nigga wanna press the Issue
Rocking camo shorts I'm flyer like a missile
Kept it real

Our Father who art in Heaven
I'm haunted by your name
If we are born of sin
You have yourself to blame
If our blood is holy water
Why would you want

it back like a grenade cause you know we blowing up
Please don't tell me not to curse, I don't reall give a fuck
If you saw some superstars in the cut

And brands and cars reality tv and stars
Then maybe you will see what they doing to me
Aka a black men
Shoot us down
Choke us out
My fam pop by a cop
They got

bike had a flat tire; I couldn't go for a ride
My sister was being a brat; she was drivin' me nuts!
I know I'm supposed to love her, but sometimes, I

Feel like Nahobino, I'm 'bout to start recreating shit
My knife right by side, I'll rewrite you so that you can't exist
I beat a goofy's ass

on my hotline I handle biz I'm about mine got chicken in not Popeyes when you working time fly by got bad bitches and they twerking in my trap house they

and let me ease your mind
Now before the lights gone from our eyes
Let’s leave the past behind a give it one last try 

Do you wanna walk the line between

The Eye.
The hail.
No way out.
This time.
The truth. 
Will prevail!

We give.
All crossroads.
It won’t hurt all.
To come and live.
In the circle.
Enter.

the way that I ride out
Already know what my life bout
In that dress with her side out
You already know what's up
Im trying to get her to my house
Hit me

Showing out at some house
An excuse to go wild
You're too fucked up
Shit you're super 
No smile straight frowning
Suicide you are talking to some

Niagara
Body looking like a sauna
I manage myself, Queen like Cleopatra
All these comments under me, looking very small
Hate left and right, someone give

to know to that/
It be a shame To let it go 
And you would have to hold that

Lately i been thinkin bout
How im boutta take over/
I Rather give em pain, Dre

Live from the motherfukin' house nigga
Volume one, got my nigga David Wesson
In this motherfucker you know what it is
MIA season, give these boys

You chose to pose, brown nose shuckin and jivin'
Black gold still sold oil copper and diamonds
Black cloud arose toast to those in alignment
Me

Yo what's good dude?
Hey man, just chillin', we at the studio
What about you man? Oh you know

Now you see me, now you don't, Houdini
Too grown for

If a rapper looks like me
Then chances are that I don't wanna hear it
I got tattoos on my face
But I don't mumble lyrics
I hate to judge someone
I've

assignments piling up
Think my teachers need to lay off
Stressing me out, like, just lay off

So I pull up to my girl's
She gives me the world
I think I like

Hard times New Roman equals new gains
My bones got bolder, put italics on my name
Give my all to these fights when I step in these rings
Blood,

Uh, they said that I can't, wait ooh
You know that I could
I'm in the cut, I give her the wood
You know that Pe$o I should, you know I
Wait, I did it

units trapping out my brand
Studio the dope house, in the booth, I'm the dough
Hit record, I bake it up
Ozzing through the speakers 'til the engineer cake

set for life
If I let him get me pregnant

Had to repeat that shit
I felt that shit when Latto said it

I'm tryna give this lame a chance
But fuck that

arose from the ashes, give me my flowers, I arose for all of my actions
Facing all the distractions, still verbally never lacking
Verb, I'm always about

I'm using mine right
I'm just a nigga, all I want is the limelight
Look at me, you could tell that I shine bright
My life, my life, my life, my life