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thats playing for alot of people
If you're not conscious of that, then you end up acting out of that belief system

Tell em whats embedded when you listen

mescaline hit ya, nigga, bet you piss your denim
Hope you rollin' with 'em 'cuz them boys takin' none, son
Right between the eyes, get your back if you run,

fasho
You a noobie I know
Tell the difference 'tween a rebel and me
A try hard die hard while I'm leveling streets
Like Godzilla
The god killa who got

understand you don’t have a reason to listen to me,
“He’s just a boy!”, that’s what they say, but I’m not stupid
So this the song that will be sung by all

just is boring
Glory for some violence ain't the M.O. of my demo
Only tell my experiences on the instrumental
Them boys greasy as oil sheen, they relieve

surrounded by the premature like I'm the principle
All of you squares, you're not spherical
Felt like they wanted to hear me go lyrical
Hit 'em with bars

smoke on his damn strap
But it was a fabrication from the imagination of a young boy that had lost his patience
He sees his reflection and thinks back

can tell you need a vacay by the way you move, aye
Poured up some goose, but she say she want some Titos
Kicked it with us once, now she wanna go where

enough thugs, on the streets
Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island
Queens
Somebody,
tell me
what the deal
is (I had enough)
Gangsters got to know it's for

enough thugs, on the streets
Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island
Queens
Somebody,
tell me
what the deal
is (I had enough)
Gangsters got to know it's for

that he can take it away at any given moment
But, nah I can tell by the fact that I'm still here thats he's got an even bigger purpose for me
I'll be

Fuck that clout shit
Yeah
State of gloom 2
You already know the deal
Tryna deliver the truth till the day that I’m murdered by men in black suits
I

bout to get Him out the way
Can't let a day go by, and I ain't Getting paid
I'm sipping lemonade, somewhere Setting up a play
Fuck them other niggas, let

I'm in it
If the cops right behind
I'ma slide fuck a ticket
All my haters
I be calling em my number one critics
She gon give me mata
Everytime she tell

an open carry state
Text her what she finna cook
She sent her pussy on a plate
Tell her bring a friend too
Thats a solid dinner date
Remember fuckin

become yours
A day is a test, and by glory of God, I keep on walking through doors
That's not a flex, that why I gave him the glory, he took away all

and barbarian
You beaten by the fist of
God so Paul bury 'em

One gun, two gun, three gun, four
It ain't an adversary that's ready
To go to war
One gun, two gun,

Boy yo momma did a hell of a job raising you
You can't change me pop Im 34 years old
If you wanted to change me
You should of been there when I was

still look your girl when I came in
Yeah, we still get gyal
I go back like Kenan and Kel
Ain't one of them mans that beat 'em and tell
Got my yard

a better place so you don't gotta see the stuff I seen

But I can tell you a story about the streets

Let's go


Life ain't always bad when you coming off

The Opps are killing off our men
So here's your mission
Pay attention
Make the opposition listen
Tell em... mama said knock you out!
You tell the devil
Mama

If I scratched your back, Tell me
What made you think mine wasn't itchy
Niggas wouldn't give me water
Knowing they could've had my kidney
Catch em out

are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo

Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for

All of Me

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

old story, guts and no glory
They try and low ball me, do em like Joe Torre
I reintroduce myself to the world, nigga I'm Jerz
I'm a artist, I paint