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wasn’t there
Judge serving timeouts while your mama tears
Niggas ain’t yo niggas when the time appears
Now your head to the sky wishing god appeared

need to develop
I
Came out the womb and I'm pissing my mama off
Got out of school and I piss everybody off
Including teachers and students and other

underground
And im smokin it by the barrel
Call me Caro Quintero
Quiero mucho dinero and pronto
I'm drinking straight out the bottle
I'm coming different

joined 'em
Little wide eyed boidem
Watched our hype tribes join in
This was back in grade six after I integrated
Anticipated my debut within

Told her let E hit it 
Gang ok it's laying like you saying 
Lemme see it den 
I ont ponder shit I'm impulsive 
W/ a itchy trigger finger 
You bet not pop

I'm all nuts but no glory so here's my life story
Mama did her best while I hustled with the homies
Riding I forty getting brained by Ms. Shorty

daddy was dranking like big whales from depression
He pass that shit right down to me
Meanwhile my sister a goody two shoes and I'm just getting worst by

seeds
Even watered them with the little I had cuz of what I was caught up in
The day of slaughtering coming round like drive bys with quick nines
Its been

payment
And that all of my water is salty
I called Mama
Just to tell her
That her baby
Made more cheddar
But I don't think she knew what to say
Now, I know

chasing the fake is not a day job o so many turn down so many fuck ups o but to make am no be one day mama gan ti so say that’s why I call on jehovah kin le

say, aye
Little do they know
It's the other way
I'm bout my cake, aye
Round here
We get that all day
All day, aye
Saw da boys
Went the other way
Otha

the things we've only dreamt exist
Bitch I'm for real no second guess, ain't no hand over my chest
I feel like M-O-S-E-S, lead the strong finesse the rest

heart been broke before 
My heart been broke before 
And i can’t let them in 

VERSE:

When E died that done left me fucked up
I was in the field running

'til you make it livin
In the land of the stars
Side hustles and work supplementing ya job
A block of "Gee
God we livin' beyond our means"
Little shops

of throat
We don't play round
You little bitty bitches
Take it slow
Hit that switch sound
Yo baby daddy duckin on the flo
Double cup
Brown
Roll up the loud

You ain't got a one man band
You just want a fund for your sadness
Tryna get by with no talent, challenged
Ima sing-song like a natural, uh
Tryna get

packing
They be working up a sweat
So I put them out their misery
By shooting at they chest
Uh, I'm getting bold
Feeling a little teste
Like a physical, but

he got knack and fight back
Nigga eat all in the ground
Smoking this tack up, we smoke by the pound
Nigga, now what is that sound
Bags that lock, been

bitches
I can't understand why none these niggas fuck with me
The T
T R E
What we rep muddy
Nation
I don't even gotta say shit
Seen a couple bad bitches
By

unlimited,rhymes, universal
They call me Murs but never once did I go commercial
Coltrane on the M-I-C
'Cause I would never K-E-N-N-Y-G
A lot of rappers go smooth

discussion in the slum
Came up, we had none, tryna save a little sum
Told mama we'll recover, puttin' food up in that cupboard
Raised up in the gutter, hidin'

of mind, heal it all with (N)umber (N)ine
Everyday I'm actin' fine, but I really need some time
To focus on me, it's like I'm drivin' on E
Because I really

the shit I'd really even be
Let's go

Met a little freaky bitch
She just want the D
Remember I ain't have shit, my car was on E
Now my shit on F, I'm getting

eternal
But I can guarantee I'll go down in History when the situation's a word That ends with
An I-R-E
But it starts with a D, tried to sell my Student ID