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Yeah stuck in the middle 
Owo

I know it starting to get serious the kid that I used to be's gone, gone, gone
I know I won't be victorious I'll keep

said I wish I knew why
I keep on working hard tryna get us to Dubai
Im thinking long distance it's more than the hood told my brothers they trippin
By

up, young man, you goin be aight
Good things ahead, I can see the light
I learned the hard way
Gotta do it by myself
Designer on me
Rollie on my wrist,

astonishing views, go and get the butter
She weigh it and bag it by noon
Not to give you too much credit
Need a medic
I'm used to just texting the bitch until

Used to be scraping my knuckles with Mexicans back at Mcdonald's with all of my troops
Now I just fight with music I'm hitting the bass in the trunk

graft
Need a mansion overseas,
Surrounded by palm trees n bad b's
With a couple g's & a private jet I can flight in when I blow this weed
Why these pigs

the window
Stab ya five times that's bingo
What I do to haters, speakin' crap lingo
People go'n ask, have I been so psycho

Nah nah of course not, used to be

mr killa
Winston came thru with the bang
Shut it all down
I curtained you right by the ring
Its the river that i flow by it is in my veins
Real dirty

numb
I am not afraid I used to be not of age
Now I let my bread grow out
Looking like honest Abe
Rock it for a couple months then I stop and shave
Fast

at a time, one letter at a time
We're just trying to be great, you know, as far as the day goes
You know, thank the Lord for another one. I can't complain

be
Used to ride 'round in buckets
No, Johnny but bitches love me like I'm Gigi
When I walk in the room get to killin' shit
I'mma grab on her hair while

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

the laws don't apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide
Talented Mr. Trotter squad,

It's yours truly Mr. Tray Charles By the way and um
Imma Kick a lil' something one of my favorite rappers Used to say
And I'll never grow up I'm

We popped a bottle then hit the throttle all the way up
Eighth of fungus, alligators and the darkest hush
Turned up the volume on Mr. Anderson

done stop
No religion I probably won't die a martyr
I used to ride to MARTA bumbin' midnight marauders
I'm just trying to be better father than the one I

struggling I moved to your house to get you stable
When I was kicked out you brought me in
I'll always be grateful
In Arizona I finally was mentally healthy

know who I am, I go by Mrs. Make It Happen
The way I roll my tongue, you would think I'm speaking Latin
I tell the world you mine, like this my shit, I

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

destiny has picked
M.O.B gon' be richer that a bitch 
shit
Used to be bluer that a motherfucking crip but
I'm gonna make it with this Hip-Hop shit my nigga

on the hammer
You got a trophy on yo neck
But if you tuck it, it don't matter
They tryna grab me by my heels
They see me coming up the latter
Bitch, you better

make her dance No Juicy
But I'm so fresh it look like they juiced me
F.L.Y. til I D.I.E.
Balling by my lonely in my own league
Run it like the Point

me
Racks the same colour my teeth (Blues Clues)
I signed a deal with the plug, he send a box every week
Used to get paid off a scale, now all I need

I'd rather blow up then to blow from some becky,if ya got no control, you will be never ready,  call me Mr Sandler coz I'm clickin with the melody, like

be misled by the reverend
God's within me, He's my skeleton
Back straight, wrist stiff
Protecting me while I'm out here wrecking shit
Yes he did, yes