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Shit is real fucked up
Got wars and bombs
Inflations rising
Mad shits coming on the horizon
The news lying
Life just seems so tough
I barely made it

side is the name to claim
So throw it up to my folks on the north south east the west
Put that cross on your chess and this word on your breast to death

and I'm still upset after 25 years and I'm still in debt
I survived the tenderloin I survived South Florida I survived little Pakistan and the 9th Ward
I

Half of the DJs playing the same Raingurl copy
Mier over the bar or Jewels spinning in jalopy
I'm oddly Perturbed by yuppies cosplaying UK bashment
I

(nope)
Love the way how you do it I ain't frotin
ไม่ใช่ player no more but still balling
Breaking dawn can I hit you in the morning ได้ปะ

Stay up all

opened up the pharmacy
Auntie play the Lottery but the
Ghetto rich with artistry
It's what the future George
Washington Carvers be
The freshest barbers be

what opened by a key for freedom of kings, queens, and our little babies soon to seize without any conscious disease

Nashemererwa kukureba hanu
Nadi

smoking
Yea
I hate your irrational thoughts but your so damn provoking
The storm approaching
Opened up a door that didn’t need to be open
Left my heart

but desperate times doing anything gotta pocket green
Get it by any means
Working hard just apart of me but
Maybe I'm stupid, Got a degree, don't know

a finger rolling, sinner blowing, smoke signal never snoring ‘less I’m pourin’ up
She came to fuck yo girl out here hoeing
What you holding on? It’s by

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

sand-blasted alabaster bastard
Gilded monogram, four heads commanded their commanders
Comin' up flat like South Park Marlon Brandos
Celebrates his

never know
Put me on a plane to new gains I gotta go
Now I gotta glow up but not at home gotta put my city on
Gotta make em say say my name so maybe I

the 3 emcees, in the place to be
South and Marion Franklin ta Bishop Hartley
Cut class wit Freak Nas blow L's like Marley
Get busy on beat, make'm clap

71 / End Credits

Dave

Six Paths

2016

working 'til 71

Dash, duck, dive, run, hide, snitch
Man try bump me for a bag
But I got around South like London Bridge
I was 16 with a mic

The only pastor that I listen to is Pastor Troy
Cause all my life I've been a Down South Georgia boy
And now we ready to expose behind them closed doors

got Bobby by the pound, King of SC
DJ Skrew up in the gallon, bitch the game belongs to me, 
I got...

HOOK: 
Money on the Dress, Drive a Compressor
Top

Coast
But my mics a migrator
So Westside already knows
That I can keep up with their flows
And bring it back to North and South
My careers just like

My momma's harder than a bag if fucking nails
The hardest fucking mother in the whole of South Wales 
You can't take my pocket money or my last

attack and put you in your sachet 
You been ratchet 
Now this is for the ladies in the building, two fingers up to the ceiling
Players and the hustlers you

not think about tomorrow
Let's take it step by step
And everything else will just follow
Imagine life without you
That'd be a hard pill to swallow
Let's

stuck lost in time
Inside of my mind
Watching the clock as the hours go by
The day slowly fades away into the night
When I look up I see stars in the sky

out
But my cars blocked off by a snow plow
The door opened up
It was this woman's Dad
My daughter called and told me all about the shit you said
Sir

In Tha Hood

Big Pokey

Flow Masters Vol. 1

2006

loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's