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you watch, they aiming straight at your neck and your body
Police knocking at the door telling your momma sorry
Live and death, you don't get to choose
the maker
Grow up and stay home
Not all cops are bad
Get that out of your head
Not everybody is bad
Not all white people are privileged
Black lives matter
and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my
Original rude bwoy on your scene
Haha ha ha ha!
Everybody light your blunts get your smoke on
Haha
All you bitches drop your drawers, witcha stinkin'
Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
Known for transformin on rappers like I'm Jesus
You didn't know I order hits and what not?
Don't make me
important
That's why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring
Six in the morning, police at my door
Guns by the bed, money in the floor
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
even hit you on MySpace like two years ago, you the truth
Anyway, I'm 'bout to drop a new mixtape
Two of 'em, Cabin Fever and Kush & Orange Juice, I
my ride or die
I never put special effects on the truth
That's for nigga who live pyro life
It took a lot to get my co-sign
Even though they see me
Too down to gloat
Too drenched to dry
I'll pay my debts
By getting loans
I'm getting hit by sticks and stones
And poems
Call the police
Tell them,
police
Me and my bros we threw away the keys that mean we locked in
For you I gotta send shots, and for you any nigga get boxed in
I don't really got no
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
on the side
Helpin' homies catch a ride, ain't nobody got the time
You wanna' to live it? You want the fame
You gotta get it, brutal truth is king
Do you really
learn, you can't show your face
Got hoed when I first got to cali but hit the whole state
I a take a break from rap to make some racks
I live a double life
in the 2 in 1,
Catch me in the 2 in 1
Live fast, die young
A man of my word or I live by the pun
Like I’m in the lambo,
Scissors doors,
Yellow roof,
Press my chest
Crawling out the crest, I'm upset
Why we live in streets where police won't step
Police this debt
And cease unrest
We gone finally find
Yeah
Break my back, I break my bones
I break my bank to fight for truth
Take my facts, and check my notes
If I don't sing a survivors tune
I stand by
right yea yea yea)
What you talkin' about yea
The next millennium rap now everybody listen
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Watch
The motion is to go from a token into a coupe
But stay focused cuz its niggas out hoping to hit ya roof
Truth, for awhile I had to find myself
Yall was tryna
we talk
and by faith with deliverance how we walk
until now ive been known to hit knees
but one time can i break it down for the Gs
i left a stain
Maybe I just need to sleep
Close my eyes and clear my head
Soon as my body hit's the
Bed I'll feel refreshed
Tomorrow night I'll write and
Throw it out
I'm the truth
Man I leave dudes nauseous
I had to prove who was
The hardest and who's garbage
Imma make moves regardless
Coz I sound better than them
by your moral code
You know what I mean
Let motherfuckers live, do you
I'm supposed to follow the guideline and the melody
Like typically everyone
the name of Jesus
Got the helmet of salvation on my head
Ive been redeemed so I don't live misled
Satan is a liar Im surrounded by fire
So your plot
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