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she love me
Cool that’s what they all say
Revenge is like the sweetest drug next
To getting pussy and foreplay
You know I live by the mob way
Life is

on the horizon
I got to find it
I don't get a dime
Less my eyelids dry
And the sandman
Is my sidekick
If I give him a cut
Then he never come by
Gotta 9 to 5 when I

can't do this it's impossible I tell you

Says who?

I am not a hood nigga by any means...
But shoutout all my hood niggas that keep it real
And shoutout

Dipset / Lox

The LOX

Diplomatic Ties

2018

me too, smack your mother shit
Clap off want the same years that my brother get
Royalty, never broke up, shit is loyalty
Contracts, big deals,

like I'm Kyrie
Create a big wave like the high seas
I've been watching closely so there's nothing getting by me
Well
Thats got em hoping for a blue moon

wig, now it looks like a droptop
Big hand ting goes pop pop
You can get slapped by the dots or the Glock Glock
Aye, you know I stay paid in full
Man

strapped, what it do
Guns down ain't no cure for these hands 
Catch the fade like the flu
This hate contagious anger made us 
Time to pay in full

No time for

Set up projects for funding
That were done by others when they pushed me aside
Cas haters made it look like
I had a gun in my garage that time
Social

lines off the leather dash
Got a big house in the hills and all we pop is bottle caps
Elephant on the track, best believe this shit will slap
Run up in

Papi
Pull up in a 22 lobby
Big guns chop chop
Doing them tragic
All of my nigga they savage
They let you have it
With automatics
In the Dojo kicking shit

remembered the coat
Joseph wore it as he swore to commit
They tore it off and pushed him in the pit
Sold him to slavery, but he became prince
Claimed to be

One, two, three to the four
ABEL WITH THE WORKS, bout kill em with a flow
I'm about to gun em off, three times in a row
MONEY MONKEY GANG, I'm

Lines

[Verse 1:]
You've been trapped inside my head, screaming all love is dead
Drunk in my room I'm just trying to forget
Bloody wrists with a gun play

They In My Phone Tryna’ Ask For A Song 
Run It Up By Myself I Ain’t Never Need A Loan 
Used To Ain’t Feel Me Going In On Every Song 
Style Ain’t Free But

dat Taser so if you come 2 da party don't bring yo gun im just trying 2 crush a lot like dat boy Big-Pun i just want a check so i can invest make dat

own views 


It's a simple equation
To my situation
Cause if i don’t make it
I’m fucked all directions 
Dream high and dream big
As it's said by

I got meatroll

Have you ever seen ah bag full of meatrolls i was thirteen living by the G-code
I woke up to the blinder with a plate of zones had ah

the sound that goes off just before the guns do
Before you have to run to the front line
Stand shoulder to shoulder, men in a line
Biting tongues and spitting

shit, but I miss by like one lead
Got a plan on the floor, say no more, lil' bitch, I'm ready
Got a gun on my hip, that bitch a testin', and that bitch

forget
I might have some tetanus
Rusty as fuck, but fuck it I'm spinnin
Blocks up, when I'm off of the liquor
Mop up, rest of the competition
Block her,

when you got a kid and don't act like you miss it

Get out my body feel sum like a hobby
These big 556 rip off in the lobby
Run far from my problems my

roller coaster towards these dreams that I’m chasing,
I can see it in their faces, they know I’m gonna make it,

Down to ride by my side patiently waiting,

with the work no gun  do him Just like Harlem, I shake it upoff him,

I bang Big C , my bitch, she a slobber
All black, Batman, came up robbin
Please

like Martin did Pam
Niggas be chasing  the love
But they buy their weed by the gram

I'm really just finding out who I am
My circle real small
I don't