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surprised
Nothin' but pain, you look at my eyes People been prayin' upon my demise
Been tryin' to change and playin' with life Feel like I'm payin', but don't

Don't hope to die i see
The pain in the street
When I rock on the block
With the Glock cocked, Niggas can't
Fuck with the Kong when I'm
Raw on the spot

get your girl in my arm
She's sure to get wet
Very drippy, then I lick those titties
Make her reach her highest peak
Then she'll come with me
With

it
Freedom is something so beautiful, but it's difficult to navigate within

New Haven, Connecticut, they got him in the street
Ten shots by

Muzzle Toe

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me

clothes
Now they’re searching man on the side of the road
People walking by disappointment in their eyes
Got me feeling like shit and I ain't even do

as Cold War

Niggas talk about the
Suburbs
And it’s a
Short discussion

Everything supposed to be nice
Until your betrayed by your cousin
Now he Rushing

spewing the best of flows 
They still send me hate mail for pushing the envelope 

In the streets you catch a case tryna secure a bag
Incentivized to deal

seven
My third eye's dominance is making my others blind
I cant see me being what they want me to be
I cant see the world as they depict it to be 
But I

I get lost in the Beat
When I'm feeling in defeat
Put the pedal to the medal
When I'm cruisin the streets
Escape the pain of the bars
Pressin up

that play

When I leave a pussy laid
On the street look at me missing teeth
I cant hear what the fuck he say

Now i'm too fucked up
I wont ever be okay

give my all till it ain’t nothin left
I’m gettin too lost in my thoughts like I don’t understand myself
Say I was blinded by the fake love, but let me

Amo me I go chop my life
Omo Ope Fee Lowo lope Shey hustle ooo
Sheybi Nah by grace oo no be my muscle ooo
So many sleepless night tomope kodeni sun

paint the picture
its full with torture in poverty kids are nurtured
children are captured by streets violence the call of nature
they call it ghetto cos

off, and I'm dodging the pain like maze run

I used to lie about my rap life
Yeah I'm doing music ain't that tight?
Oh, me? Nah I'll probably get some

I wasn't feeling real good when I took those
But now I'm shifting into "am I still living?" mode
Motherfuckers thought they'd slide me an extra dose

girls are the same we must still porstrate
But music is the food of the soul
I wrestled with my pain I been turn to Stone Cold
God gave me a yes, who

hard like giant dick
Oluwa commot me from the circle of frenemies
All way na way I must to make am by any means
Life Issa book with different chapters

root to the peak
Walk to my beat, I’m on my seat
I’m on a path that aint marred by belief
Nectar is sweet, Bathed in amrit
Baptismal waters that flow

Crawford)
Say their names
(Michael Brown)
Say their names
(Ezell Ford)
Say their names
(Dante Parker)

Every day we dying in the streets
Tired of the crooked

it's been a while but my house don't feel like home
But it's pain at 3am so can you please pick up the phone for my calls now

Give it to me all now
Said

to breathe
Worlds on my shoulder, but I won’t bend my knees
And this pain in soul at times be killing me
No suicide tendencies I 45 my enemies

And I can’t

They Like Me Like This, Swear
100% my click gon ride if I should die today
No more window pain
It start to raining
I just fly away
Cops be

the same streets as Bust-a-Brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous (ah)
Fifteen hundred on the kicks and them shits feo (them shits feo)
Cocaine mayo jar,