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"we"
Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without you
I'd be lost on the streets, cold and lonely, no clue
You da glue
That holds me together sometimes
I

guess it’s also my time
Please plug me in the matrix and play out my fantasies
As I get older I realize Madara was right (Fuck you Naruto)
I mean what we

the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind

"yeah get to the point"

Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms"

separate
But then you did, you didn't talk, walked right by me without a word, that fucking hurt
I know I done shit but does that shit really explain

Well, I bet your dad never showed you how to cry
So you talk to your ceilings to get you by
Well baby I'll admit it, you put on a good show
But

I'm right so what if I'm wrong 
What if I didn't need you by my side all along 
I think I'll be alright I'm moving on 
I'll make sure that my life goes

I've got this feeling deep inside that something big is coming and me?
I'm just along for the ride
I cannot shake it, I cannot hide
All I can do is

of the boogie
The beat

Now what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat
cnd me the groove and my friends
cre gonna try to move your feet
You see I am

call him mr mug he the type that can get to the bag without selling drugs yea call him mr mug a nigga that’s gone keep it a buck he the type of nigga yea

the dreams of a compound
Gotta have the crop so we gotta keep the cops out
Callin it the shop where vibes at
Puttin all my chips in
Tryna get a buy back
People

me don't forget me when you get your rapper money
Its kinda funny
I'm racing to a bag cause we can't grow apart any faster homie
Still funny i was

I was okay by myself

Moving along with someone else instead
Just to get you out of my head

Gotta pretend I'm living a better life without you
I see

really don’t get along or vibe with
Fucking the game I need a rubber on my dick
Burning my finger traces when I make a hit
I’m just kidding but don’t

stand right here with me for a photograph?

Big crowds of people wanna hear my song
And when I play they dance and they all sing along
They want to cast

better without you too but it be nice to have you
No church on Sunday but they say I preach just like a pastor
My old head once told me just get the money

a movie I'm feeling like Spike Lee
Cuz I got some bitches that get a lil hyphy
She said she want the real me back
She don't get along with the high me
I

Can't tell me nothing
When they all look the same
Been this way
Since Auntie Shirley
Called me Noonie Pa Nay
Before you met me prolly knew me by name
If

of Just critiqued all day
I gotta get outside But the streets ain't safe
Sometimes it hurts inside But music got me saved
Takes away the pain Takes away

The all pretend to be down
I gotta give it
Even if it's without
Time to get it
Ain't no question about
Just hope you feel it
Every time we're around
Cause

purpose Is way bigger
Can't get triggered
By them pythons
Slaying demons
Day to day
I'm made for war
Let's fight on
Cause is in love with the effect
So be

say the word “damn”
Lose my train of thought and become obscene

Like I got tricks up my sleeve so I don't gotta be cuffed to link
Strut along over

Living far from hell yo

But god knows that his city 
Is the hottest
We were moulded by this slum
And then hardened like a pot is
Me and little bro went

I'm on my dolo reminiscing on how it used to be
Truthfully, I think of what done came and went, I can admit
It only get to me because I cannot fix

on a chain, spent a buck fifty (bling-blaow)
All these bitches know my name, they in love with me (Lil' Rucci)
I ain't goin' on that stage without my gun with