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But I’m way too tough to cry
To tell the truth I’d rather die
Than give myself up easy
Psychiatrist wanna know why
Cause it seems nothing here can

they get mad like that Nigga be trollin
Buts niggas faking, they ain't really with it, I'm the One that hoe em
And let's keep it a band, remain silent,

the point shavers (Fuck 'em)
Daydreamin' bout the liquor store
When I'm bouta go to chow
Pissed off I got caught my life is fuckin' trash now
I'm really in my

up lose my mind oh
Batty phatter I could tell she was from nairo
By the way she do the eye roll
And the way she make the ting go tu nuh
Aye
Nice

rhymes and dope beats like
Win win win with no defeat ‘cause
10 times fall is 10 times back on my African feet 
So tell em’ (My Way)

Word to these n****

that little case crying acting suicidal
If you scared of the water little boy pick up a bible
Where the money at I don't care about going viral
Killing

you still rap
I just tell em get of my dick
All my homies yea they feel that
They be like F.L.O.E talk yo shit
Anybody who ever shared a song or tape

to show them what's good, let 'em know it can't slide
If it's hood shit know you never go and tell me twice
I was raised by some real OGs, on my life

the key to my soul

How many time they tell me dumb it down reaction slow 
How many times can death come traumatize n let it go 
How many lines can I push

Stop what you doing let me say my bar
I dey drop raps and they heavy like bra
I say what luck what u saying i'm a star boy
Living up north but i’m

I planned it
Showing fake love to my face
Knowing damn well they can't stand it
Nah
Yeah
I'm tryna go chill by the bay
Been on the road, boy
I had

by myself
Think I need an FN
Boutta put an FN on me
Why I'm acting different round you
Cuz I think you said something
Talk behind my back
And then I

wanna line me, forgot my pole
Called my brodie tell em pull-up , yea and fight with me, we was by the store
Yeah, I got some cases that I'm still

on my heater
My wood in her mouth so I call her young beaver
Lil Murphy will be here Lil Murphy a skeever
The whole pack of boys ya we told em to leave

That's How We're Livin'

The 7A3

Coolin' in Cali

1988

never judge a book
Just 3, we don't gangbang
Flip your heads and make your bells ring

So yo, Muggs, tell em what we're givin'
Cause this shit is

wonder they'll speak about
I wonder what they'll tweet about Uh-huh
I wonder if I'll be around
Listen I'll tell ya I feel so free
Step up the plate

her
They judge a nigga off his looks he a killer and a charmer
Boy all dat talkin out your neck goin turn my nigga to a bomber
Put some cartis on my

Yeah just want ah nigga to know Ian got No Chill
If they fuck with me you feel me?
It's ya boy OT$ Bitch
And I brought my boy YTN B wit me
YTN B

Sign Ya Name

Tec-9

Ready 4 War

{Tec-9}

You live by the gun you gonna die by the gun
Lord let me live to see my son and daughter turn 21
But when I'm gone keep 'em strong don't let 'em

on the map (imma put em on the map)
You can look me in my eyes and tell I ain't the same
I put my trust in you lil bitch, bought you a diamond ring
And then

boy you shoulda listened 
Thought because I didn't do nothing that you had a good position 

Why ya bitch done sent a pic to tell me that this what she

we would solve em' right there today
Nah, we ain't had no issues with solvin' them with our fist, nah
Nowadays youngins solvin' it a clip, yea
R.I.P

when I was sixteen
If a nigga play with me he gone hear the click-bang uh
Everyday I pull up with my shooters
Set a nigga straight, tell em' we

viddy
Brought her best friends yeah they all look pretty
Might want you but I want them too
So you better be cool if I tell em slide through
Raps on deck