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Murder having to occur
Ima leave you submerged like Cutler's partner
I don't abide by, I make the rules
I don't hide behind mistakes (Mis takes) of you

of
Collectively working were purposefully bought
Out, derailed, demonized
Or corrupted in favor of
An economic structure
Designed by a monetary caste system

In

till he bled
We're either taken by the streets or we're taken by the feds
So when I go and meet the lord, I pray you bury me in red
Listen Up
Listen up

If money talks I'm going to make it right
Slide two bills put that to the side
You know it's me when I drive by
My bro's like blood, I roll with

passed this shit
It's traffic, shit”
“It's a green a light!
Well fuck you and let me get by!”

Moses: “Man don't be drawin' all that attention”

Malcolm:

on Twitter
Got clipped a block away over on Atlantic
By a couple ghosts that's living over on Stanton
To quiet out here, causing me to panic
Hair steady

his brain shit
Bet imma catch a stain quick
She want some red bottoms
She acting bougie
And I want a hundred bands
She want some red bottoms
Ain't buy

the moment
You ain't gotta take shit (Take)
Better pay attention because it pass by quick
New whip on the strip, I'ma pass by bitch
(Yeah! Yeah)
Fuck a red

whole no Pac-Man
(woah)

Whole life is right in front of me but stress cloudin' up my vision
Cursed by what I should've done can't remember why I didn't

hoes get the most, not the lesser
Pringlez so hard , don't need a Enzyte
Young nigga pimping like dolomite
Gun Hill road by the deli and im rolling dice

need, all I need
Pussy, money, weed, maybe all I need

I heard a knock, it’s probably bitches at the door
I don’t order bitch, I cop it by the store
No

I'm decapitated
Red hats everywhere, Red, white
And bluе fabric wear right wing nut, I mean
Yeah that's what my Dad was saying
Pro-lifе, abortion is

And getting by 
Then I see the darkness, and it's not a place to hide 
Cos when I feel low I get high 
Yeah this feeling in my soul it ain't ever gonna die

it dealt

I had to undergo

the struggles of a college kid

music caught the undertow

Submerged as deep as Nemo though

Eyes as red as hemoglob

In

love with the coco
Still tryna get a hit
Like the MLB logo
Promo
Steel tryna cop
Like robo
Leave you red in your tellie tubby
Who tried to call the po po

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

The Best of Tru

2005

fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet, while I load up this rifle

a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.

I've been thinking quite the opposite, I used to have no pot to piss
Was quiet, now I'm confident, but only within moderate
Surpassed every record,

don't hustle with a rookie
Portrayin' what your not just to
Try to get some pussy
Simple ass nigga spent a fortune on a bitch
Then started her Empire

yourself in the sky

Hop out the car, we don't do no drop by
Smoke in my eyes, got me overly high
Be ready to fuck, cause I hate when she shy
Bitch, keep

you can't play
Quiet storm rain wash my troubles away
Thought for food for the stomach and brain
Supreme God I am one in the same
Made in his image I'm

you trendy rappers head piece
Split the waves you ridin' like I'm Moses with the Red Sea
I know some niggas who quiet but let the tech speak
You want

I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his