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to give, got it from ya grandpa
He got it from my grandpa, you riding with the vanguard
Young fighter coming out the field Tony Hanshaw
Or you can call me

That pain on my face come find me
Fall behind me
Murder motherfucker leave 'em missin' yeah
Open up the and you gon' feel it yeah
Just like my breath so

in the past but now I'm back to say hello
Middle fingers to my haters shit by now I got zero
It's all love
Anybody showing love to indie though

All my

Faking never worked in all the times I’ve seen
Don’t give into that pressure and get blind by green

They quick to say they know you
But they don’t know

My nigga Tony out the slums of the streets
Heard the heat pop but never got caught up when all the beef dropped
Chains and a G-Shock, running shit in

Harry Potter
So here I give, just one last kiss
To my fans, cause Connor’s leaving for a real long time
And he don’t know when he’ll return
Bye now
Yes,

the Dragon lady called me by my name that's real
You boutta witness a level of ill no medical aid would secure you a deal
Lately the hunger I'm starting

sit, it's a hell of a view
Homies hit me up, tell 'em all come through
Girlies hit me up, tell 'em all come through
Day dream in class man that's all I

give 'em plenty hell (bah)
Plenty shells for the opposition (baow, baow)
I ain't have a pot to piss in, but somehow I'm shittin' (ha)
On everybody,

added, I swear my circle closed in
So many thoughts up in my head, just a give a paper and a pen
Bitches and niggas be loud, I don't want to fucking vent

I'm tryna get some wealth
& it's free my big bro til they let em out the cell
Got Tay on the beat now we finna give em hell
Jus like a bill ima keep it

And 9 months later 
She Got a baby named Quintavious 
She get happy when he smile 
She just can't believe she made em 
Look The baby changed her outlook

from the other room


Hangin by thread

What's left of the rope stuck in my head

Never thought we'd get ahead

But here we are closest to dead

In

Gabbana
He'd prolly go half on an Aston Martin
I know that you bad but I beg your pardon
Okay
Yeah, Yeah I gotta give my respect
If I was smarter I would

looking like a joke (Such a joke)
And the weed man still sellin' dope
Somebody gotta give these niggas hope (Please hope)
All he ever wanted was a smoke (My

hold weight
Keep diggin' your own grave, I stick to the old ways
You been eatin' my crumbs, I'll give you the whole cake
You can sleep when I'm done

they're all

Projections of my subconscious

I'm all of it the

Nurse the security guard the cops the kids I'm all of it

the kid, which you do not come fuck with
Known to bust quick with my wits in the function
My homies get lit listening, piffing and puffing
My licks and my

my mind
Certified demons only ever lurk at night
So i hibernate, sheltered by the sun
Snipers wait where vipers laid, and hell hurt, now i'm numb
After

levitate a soul, send 'em up to Heaven's Gate
When I (burn a boy)
Anyway, say hi to a kid that was psalm singin'
Thought he'd end up in Palm Springs
And then

you, but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?

Like a ghost, I float
That's my style, Bre-Z step out no-
Problem, I got 'em, they go wild
Still

never lived it
You could never comprehend
So, If you don't know me
Don't tell me where I've been
You don't know my full story
But I can give you the gist

at the Sunoco ..

Yo Yo Yo... Hold up Hold up Hold Up Hold Up... Nah Nah Nah that's it that it dont give'em no more you want the rest of the story go check out

clearing the bench off
You skating on thin ice, think twice before you sink dog
I wanna kill 'em quick and then dip like some wing sauce
My immediate