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you I'm a dog with it
Knock it to the floor and then I fall in it
Percocet for two and now we all in it
Momma I can't stop until we all finished
Lemme

the non-risen plight
Power to the poor we can't do this anymore
Bout to file a class action bait and switched lure
Why don't any presidents sign up to fight wars

on the map 
And turn my back
Only see fam through a screen or a chat
West side London just bought a flat
I know it's not much but its me 
People chasing

they'd rather get a drag than a job[00:42.24]But change is what we need so society can breathe a breath of fresh air by knowing our kids care about going

used to walk to school wit 6 shots just let off 33 
Why he dissin on lil bro we never heard of em
Imma walk down ski mask like it's a burglary
Headshots

Acting belligerent on the daily
All by myself
Hoping that somebody insult me
But I guess I'm dead wrong
Fuck everyone else I'm in a hole
And I can't

Cuz I’m standing by that stop sign
Iont wanna worry bout my Niggas Dying
Man I hate to see they fucking Momma cry
It break my heart
Just to see my

Damn, let's get high it's Friday
At the mall, I got that dog shit, bitch, I feel like Craig Daddy
I got hoes from east to west, even got some
in

Fruit of the Loom I only fuck with Calvin Klein
If you wanna date me girl first tell me yo zodiac sign

All the posers on SoundCloud they all be fake

Never capen never lackin n***a
Stand up or get stood on n***a
Stop f*cking playin 

Yeah, yeah, Linares baby, 
Korea Music, baby Draco 
Galaxy Studio

slang
Them boys up North (North), them boys from the West (From the West)
They tell me not to plex, but I'ma get it off my chest
How you gon' act like

Nigga, The first sign of disrespect, I'm Gettin' on, I'm just ridin' by myself
Dreamin' bout the murders, I can't think bout Nothin' else, And if I told

or going solo then everybody knows it's a crime
I used to step thru the first gate of the subway train and make sure to take a position at the west side 
So

Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust

I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that

advancing toward her beach
Traffic crawls until it's standing where signs reading, 'Stop'
Rarely cross divided streets

Her slower pace yields an independent

and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm

west then you walk wit it; They say I’m the best when I walk wit it
Give her that work tell her walk wit it; Beat it til it hurt tell her walk wit it

Blessed unstressed still peeping the scene. A Compton, California West Coast King in this La-La land of scary tales and fiends. Fuckers chatting on us like

you dreaming about like next week
I could promise you the world but you prolly correct me
That's why I’m posted on the block with my brothers in West

their power Moves, all struck, all shucks

Buck stop here, east and west North and south, open up like A big mouth

This is analytical and political

Delete your Instagram bae
And I'm still out west
Good out south when it matter
Wicker Park legends on rooftops off ladders
Pound sign bitch I'm that boy

him never went away
Because I, won’t lie here in wait
For those clouds to part on some rainy day

In a stop sign-town lined with unpaved streets
We

Signs say, temp too hot
I got got by the rumors, steps are not
Hard to see, fossil fuel industry
Needs to stop! Rules we need
No guidelines, get up

throwin'
Tuff playa, slight of mind, cold shoulder
We ain't boastin' bout the potent you wanna moment hit the line
Roadblocks ain't stop signs, over here