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Screaming in pain like Joseph (Oh my God)
I don't want a gold star, make it platinum 
My fist cracking on your face like a magnum 
Now you gotta walk around

hot
Cause if you got
Dog, gimme the glock, you just got got
I drink too much and the weed be talkin'
Dog get jacked by a cat from New Boston
My habit is

niggas so let it be
Your family gon miss you
Don’t fuck with me nigga you gotta believe me
Leave my kids with a legacy
Built up with excellence this shit

cash, it makes sense though
Bums gravitate towards hot trash
You write bars out of boredom, pa
I give them songs that'll live long like Lord Jamar

curfew
Give me a mic I start dumbing
Ever rhyme like its nothing
Y’all iron fist when you spit niggas light with the punches
On my hustle don’t got time

witness all there guts
Or imagine going to by that rope
Tie it round your throat kick the chair cause theres no hope
Your probs focused on the news man
Aw

spray
Different diamonds shinin' on the bitches like it's Coi Leray
Oh you're her dad? 'Cause I'm balls deep with your daughter
Give her scoliosis man

and Gomorrah

Ye, and I love this show
I love it when you can't love yourself
I don't love this dough
Y'all niggers fucking muppets I
Can come and go
Universal

Grind

50/50 Twin

Grown Man Style [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

they hungry, trying to get they bonus
New Years the judge throw time, trying to get real up on it
Ten po pulled up departed, and said you see what's

pants swag so my ass sound good when it show out now we ready

We ready we ready I'm ready you ready they ready we ready
We ready we ready I'm ready you

the bull shit

So you kids

Best get movin

I'm bruisin ya blueish

You're foolish

It won't help runnin from me

I'm too quick


They'll try to take my

and Lexington
Whippin' Benz around bends
If life gives you lemons
Make lemonade it's Minute Maid
It's buggin' me I'm sippin' Raid
Car crash triple A
This ain't no

sweat
Gotta make it bout the paper gotta get dat 

I stay top like my new bitch uh 
Make this bank like im a new cents 
Between the plaques like im

But I recognize the top
And when you got nothing
 you could recognize a lot
So you grind 'till you shine by
Connecting all the dots, yeah
To life's

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

and see
Imma show you 'bout this brand new me
They don't think that I can listen to their whispers
Talkin' about my brothers and my sisters
And thinking we

and you niggas passive
I can't go out by releasing no ass shit
Bury his body, give a fuck bout the ashes
Relapse off ecstasy too many times
I pick the drugs

Commit it 
Only condone in the shit that I lived 
Like quarter juices growing up as a kid 
Yea 

And Shit is so sad what just happened Kobe 
Heard the news

no one then keep it on the low low
Cause trust me i've been burnt by plenty of these fuck boys
That never want to see you win because they lack poise

Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
You Know
It comes a time in everybody's life
Where you got to look at that person in the mirror real hard
And we got to give

front our parents
I dont know but this shit is apparent
Even our youngest gone need some burners

Yeah the block its drenched in wasabi
I was too young

will not pick up her calls, even if kids are involved
(Bitch that ain't my baby, you better tell that next nigga it's yours)
Yeah man, we came for

I really fuck with the greats
But it seems like they only pat on back
Or give you a cosign when something is in it for them
And niggas want you to cut

up the mood
You play games and I play by the rules 
It ain't first of april but you a fool
If you think I'm gonna sit around you 
When you gossip ain't