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and not being held accountable
Cops are getting paid leave for killing people
That's not right. That's not right by anyone's standards
I'm going to continue

was the name
Whispered by the water
To get me to lean over
So Hades could pull me under

everything I do I go over 100 
Ah 
That's just how it is 
That's just how I was coded 
I don't drink enough to be consider sober
That's my bad 
I'm just

money, mo' problems, it's jealousy
Gaining these haters while building my legacy
Didn't fall into this game accidentally
Busted my ass writing lyrics over

saved
But ain't no need of crying over spilled milk
She got me droppin idioms cause I feel like an idiot
I flew her out the city thought we planned around

has passed over
My down was covered by the blood straight from Jehovah
See I'm grateful for the way of escape from being hateful
The Dollar doesn't make

the summer starving
I was farming, as you niggas all were forming
So I sowed and now you wanna reap my harvest
But the thing is, I can hardly be affected by

And I can see it clearer by the day, and it more sense
I got here by the grace, and it's take more strength
I'm in the gym clutching, cause I'm

bumble drone
Stack em like a totem pole, child got the golden hold
Honey got it wrapped like rubberbands around ya scrotum yo
And I, I, I, I I got

Night lights
In my eyes
Too bright
I'm with you
Forever
Til I die
My P.C.
When I crime
By my side
Red light
Red light
Red light
Red light
Red light
Green

up, you're over us
Cause I think I might do anything for you
If you just let me
If you just let me
If you just let me

Yeah
Aye

Yeah, what it could've

She can't get no nut from me, I cut her off, vasectomy (Ok)
I can't die without that bread and power, a necessity
She telling me that we destiny, but I

child
Told' em back awhile
Big man copying the lyrics and the style
Beef like it's Brick Lane, Spike at a Knicks game
Beef stuck between my teeth, it's

Tryna live like Sosa in Dubai
I ain't gotta sell coca to be fly
Got next like a bowtie on a guy
Drove by in a 5 two dimes in the car
Seventy outside,

as fuck cause if not
I tend to over sleep
Three to six hours is chill enough for me
Got to get things done
It's not a game
Just a way how to choose to live

shit
Acid pack a hundred hit's
Shroom caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny Child chick on 106
This white bitch had the fucking nerve
To call me

times when I thought it was over
Was late on them bills, eviction notice, had to move to mama crib. I'm back on the sofa
Long as I'm getting bread, I'ma

My Life

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

by God.            
                    (what you think of dis game?)
So all these niggas that's jealous man.
I'm takin the bitches myself.

the peephole like you cannot hang hoe
I got the cheat code, we all playing four corners
Mothered you hoes, let me know when your games over
I had a dream I was

We Workin'

M-Child

Gon' Madd

to splurge it, my nigga, I won't be nervous.
 
[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

Satisfaction is guaranteed, if you pick up my CD,
Beat you and the thug, produced by

Yeah, yeah, yo
Mad Child and C-Lance, we formed an alliance
Fuck these bitches, we the horniest ornery giants
The way I rap's mathematics, it's

real
Everytime it comes by its always with fear
Yeah
Trying to shut down my energy,
Telling me that i wont find out my destiny
Rip off their mouths, cut

shit you can put your ears
Come on
Let's go
Come here
These bitches be fake and these niggas a snake you but fuck it we rollin its part of the game

Like bruh, you knew you had alladis reefa, 
Over ten thousand dollars 
And a minor child in the car
AND YOU COULDN’T CHECK YO TAIL LIGHT BIG DAWG? 
Come