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Rest in peace to the victims
And rest in hell to the system yeah
Bogus drug charges got my brothers in the prisons
It’s time to fill em’ with dirty

When I go vendetta
Point blank range when I bang
Listen to da angels sing
(Symphonetta)
Ps
Four shots no game
Heart lung
Brain
Fake gangsta
Imma do fifty

up before you get scarred
Grab the haters and the traitors by the throat and break the neck

After this game you'll know my name
Take aim
Set the house

There is absolutely nothing you can do
You have come to the end of your travels
Accept it
You've lost
You've played directly in to my hands and I

things I aint seen that before

So okay okay
You been on my mind all day don't play
I be on the grind all day always I be on the grind all day always

We

Diss me but you dont want no smoke
Them man are ghost now im back on road 
Can't get killed by a rebore 
No
No im a g i can see your a hoe
Fam
No tick

Yeah, look
Had to let it shine with the right rhyme
Game time this the right sign
Bron Bron a hawk now like the night time
Sixes for a case of Gold

away
Just stay in yo lane
Stop playing these games you lame 
Snap on the beat and I don't plan to stop 
Imma keep spitting bars all the way to the top

of beer have been proven by scientists
Whereas the rest
advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering expierince

I will despense this

waiting for 2 (For 2)
(For 2) (For 2)
The end game is gonna be mean
They will destroy my jewels
It's avengers, infinity war, yeah

Spider man won't make it,

bring is evident
Steadiest readiness heavy deadliest veteran
The sound crew murdera sen a word to ya next of kin
They hear my name when they get deep in

Farmland and corn fields |knee high by the fourth of July|Hoping in them four wheels |and cruising on down to the |Big island lake parties |PBR n

my soul
Everybody know the rules to the game
But none of these niggas gone stick to the code
Sick of Sucker niggas with this snitching (All yeah )
Only

all right now 
Is it alright
Its alright now is it ok
I'mma need it all right now 
Is it alright
Its alright now

I be flexin on'em like a tank top
Be

thought I was smarter I just wait it out I'm fadin now
Time is countin down I'm bout to shoot my shot
Flexxin pullin up in that new new new drop top
Do you

by one, watch the fallin' dominoes
This ain't a game, it ain't a show, nothin' can't stop what's comin'
Stand up and fight, when the cowards start

a bitch on a tightrope
Got a bad chick with a tight throat
Pyro maestro
It's a game of dice in this city life
They lure you in with the asses nice, titties

it solid
You was too loose
Bitch I been alone for a minute now
Yeah
Paralyzed by the pain
I can’t feel it now
Yeah
These boys peep game
Tryna steal my

with a bang
We're coming out
Swinging
With every ounce of work
We'll get farther in the game
It's written by one person
But played with all the rest
With

past a di baggage claim (ya hear mi seh)
Cah mi come back wit a game change (Mi livin' by...)
Principle, forget feelin' (Yah a go see mi...)
Earn

fucking respects
Your repetitive story I’m fucking sick of hearing it
You try to mentor kids, by putting fear in it
They said they’ll play your game, you’re

The first thing I notice as I step outside is the silence
Crashing ‘round my ears like thunder
Dissolving into the great suffocating gray sky blanket

to a monstrous gain

A deadly game played by
Evil ones at the top
Born into money out of money
Funny money nonstop
How you fight a war with an
Enemy that seems

its never stop
Gotta get it by any means
Realest nigga in denim jeans
Niggas geeked off nicotine
X-pills and codeine dreams
Trap game it came for me
I