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mama drama always sayin what I do wrong
I ain't speeding nigga cause this race is just to long
In it for the long haul, get up off my damn balls

I don't

And always keep it kosher our precedent ain't pernicious
Rapper by day and my tracks bring croutons
Passed on Actavis i'm drinking lapsang suchong
Recollecting

I need proof
I donʼt trust the reverend what you think I see in you Shorty out here neked doin stretches by the pool

She ainʼt got no artificial

never talk about all the that things that you do to me
Looking good around my neck a priceless piece of jewelry
Love me at my worst and best, and fucking

to better your day
I can tell that you don't care by way you say
Your pessimistic I'm optimistic we're very different
Since that's the difference we go our

fellowship
If you bringing 'em up
I'm Ringing 'em up
We scheme on our foes
We stringing 'em up
Like marionettes
Yall do what I want
You lying to us
You back in

vivid
The voices scream n killing
My heart been racing
But the coroner can’t tell this difference
Bad days by the beach
A storm is on horizon
My brain

in the back of a caddie
That's what I think about when I roll up a fatty
My ambitions so strong I see the war coming at me
Woah, knock him out

Is that Snow on the track?
Yeah 
Eh 
Yeah
Swervin' on the 20 with plenty spliffs in a bag
(Yeah)
Hope she swallow semen she tell me she on the rag

to me
Fuck you
If you ever thought of doubting me

My family eating well
My brothers are doing better
We focused on making money
We get it by any manner

Yeah, Fligga!,
Uh, rest in peace to the fallen soldiers,
Too much bakin soda left a crazy odor,
With this drive you gotta change your rotors,
And by

rain
I'm afraid of next year I was never the same
If you come back to Cali remember my name
All I wanna do is sit down
But if you keep standing you're

and a black mask
Drop the fucking task
Down goes the jack ass
Keep my shit cocked cause the cops got a glock too
What the fuck would you do?
Drop them or let em

Bitch ova here givin big brain
Shawty gotta body like Kim k
Don't give a fuck what bitch say
Cainn hit da pussy if it's mid grade
Niggahs gon hate when

I make my pen do gymnastics
On tracks Law
Ye we back wit
Above average barz
That raw for the masses
Answer to the madness
You asked if it can get
Any

Good Vs Evil

Mad Child

Lawn Mower Man

C-A-N-A-D-A better do what we say
Come up the stairs and write a song
And hit the beat hard
Babble on the track like I'm a hyperactive retard
Fuck! Shit! I

New Fashion

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

a beam on em and tell em make them nikes do they thang

Why is the world infested with bodies rookies and pussys
Grown ass man but dey act like dey got

sort of musical vigilante,
On a one man crusade to do away with anything even remotely whack,
He rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks.
We

the Devil praying to God asking what he's gonna do
Cause I spit hot fire Dylan times two multiplied by five get the reference or a clue huh
I'm just saying

believe that what we need
Is radical movement towards equity and justice
To dismantle white supremacy entirely
Brick by brick
By hand
Together

Yah
Aye

Stuck in my brain 
Where I can't feel pain
Should I give a fuck what they or should I stay in my lane
I wanna die while I'm high with a gun

wholesale
Ion serve one gram cause nigga that's what a hoe sell
One fun track for the album get too real
Kick the feet up with no hands on the wheel
And when

And think of you
Always been alone
Now we're two
Without you
What would I do
I can't think straight
When I'm with my boo
Oh
To many times
I know
I been up all

proximity,
Bro, you're just a coward,
Wouldn't even know what do with power,
From the depths of the earth, back to surface,
Tracks with purpose, the facts are