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The bread the gang put up on JPay like a couple thousand
Plug money on rotation Ziggy paid for housing
My Pops say play by the rules and ain't no way

ain't let us in
They stood up in the way
We had to take
Every single win when we dropped a tape
We the guys
We the fellas
We then niggas that copy off

Hillwood Hustlaz

Rasheed, S.P.M.

Screwston, Vol. 2: Pink Soda

2001

cause I make my block bleed
It mus be on G
All greed cause my boys rob ki's
I'm'a cha chi ever rub her clock these
I never buy g's 
Leave em bloody

to nothing, you never gon get in the biz
I need a nigga already established
A man, I can't fuck with a kid (fuck you!)
Don't got a car and you live with ya moms

find me?
New grip got ten in the clip (bitch)
Don't lack when we spin on your strip
Slide with Penny, you know that's my rip
On the block with my

was always out here, man I rid and ride
You ain't street, you just live a lie
Had mum vexed 'cause she couldn't find her kid at night
Had mum vexed

All these new street niggas they really rotten
Same niggas ridin' around, getting high outside 
Killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin'

shit gon be rated R: restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self-inflicted
Doctor slapped my mama, "Bitch, you got a sick kid"
Arrested,

your oldest son and your oldest brother let's do this

Verse 1:
You shouldn't judge this book by it's cover
Understand me more when you've read every

make that right
And fuck every single person who was wrong that night
"Like how the fuck he at club?" You don't live my life
I just sat up in momma's

mama's only son

But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one

Every nigga and they mama askin' why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in

two/
My Legacy will live on within their kids too/
I see My legend foretold like elders in groups/
This is me leaving now put Flaw on vocals/

that'll haunt the fucking devil'ls dreams
Look it's the G-Mo kid, isn't he special needs?
Watch out, he's finna hit you with a fucking shovel, bing!

This

Bitch
I really live what I rap
That nigga swear he coming from the 'raq
Whippin' on them hellcats and you know I got the cash
And your old bitch.. oh yeah

the highest honor
Every new rap I spit get hotter like I write in saunas
I am nothing but the clay pray and serve the potter
Only goal live out my purpose then

iCloud
Automatically
I Ain't new with tech
Known for support
Tried to show em love
Whatcha ya want okay
Gotta want it for yourself
M.E. ima do it for mine

She seen a couple G's, now she a freak
That ass new, but that pussy still weak
Gettin' to that bag, seven days up
every week
I don't even like

out on your block with this new blick, yo' ass gon' feel these hollows, pepper chasers, we gon' wake up and go get it, all these niggas, they be

this
I cant lie

No I cant lie
I cant lie
No I cant lie
No

I made you mine by the start of may
Just feelings, no playin games
Fast forward like 20 days

And live my life with a purpose
I can't stop writing these verses (naw)
Otherwise I get nervous (yeah)
This shit heal me therapeutically
Like conversive

your mind up
Open your mind, man, open your mind, yeah

Is it God and thе people or the church that you service
Don't leave by the Bible but rehearse all

I stepped back while the bros caught the red eye no harden
I'm talking live footage of balancing priorities 
Trading in being a vanity slave for

hit me through text messages
Begging me fuck trying to schedule it like I'm selling dick
Tell a trick, "That shit for kids" and then I tell em "Dip!"

to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'