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dust
Now please don’t act like
Gilly don’t be ripping on that Christ flow that Gospel
My flow be unpredictable when
By the way your boy is back
I don’t

Big Stepper 

I Could Get You Wacked Call Me Good Fella 

Lil Nigga Hopping Out The Scat With The Facts Like Ka Is Signed By One Umbrella 

Balancing

of everythin they said we couldn't do
But here we are still as one
&& I'm feelin the love that's still growin
We get tired but by day or night
It's yours

Thought I built the solar systems by the way I make space
To keep all that fuckin' hate outside a G like F and H (Huh)
Blessed beyond measure hoe ya ruler

these niggaz act like they got it but i know they hoes they don't even Got dough
Lil bitch i kick your door if you ever talking on the gang
Have him

got an expiration date
It ain't no biggie I'll be missing you so have a lil faith
They be asking all these questions but I don't participate
They ask me

You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left

Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far
They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin'
You

Blazin'

Mr. Shadow

Can't Hide From Shadow

2000

exposure
Close your mouth open your eyes
And peep game
How I make it taste dark like my name
Make way CA is the state
SD is my town
Beyond is my label

Somewhere far beyond
Any concept of right and wrong
I stumbled 'pon this field
It's a place I call the real
Lemme take you there
Lemme take you there

tryna limit you
Aint gotta lay your life to pay the price boy I'm living proof
Head chef never needed sous
Fit for this you see the suit
I took a lost

Jean Claude Van Damme
Lil' nigga but i'm lion-hearted
I ain't slowing down, we're just getting started
It's time for the kids now, time for the real

birthed me, all I write in this song
Sonny Hustle Gang, got us hyper
Mike introduced me to the gang that changed my life up
Lil Roddy, Man Man, Dion, we

gotta kill
Raised on E. Warren, Berkshire to be exact
Free my lil nigga Steve, Reggie doing ah fucking nat (Un huh)
I'm the one to go to but baby I need

'm a blast off
Here we go again, I'ma spin back like Team Rocket
That's what you gon' need, not them lil' guns stashed in your pockets
Sons OF Sparta dropping,

lil’ homie
‘Cause my blunt just gon’ come with the fye
Double OG, triple time
Got a pen to hit the dab
I pearl the blunt, no Mr. Krabs, yeah
I remember

Mr cell Block, Mr dead Eye like
Rydas' the gang and all
You motherfuckers know me

Lil Shank! One of the illest killers
Cap peeler, blood spiller,

a pretty gal and I feel your style
Do you hear me now? Do you hear me now?
My fault, thought you had bad service from jerks since most have when I'm nervous

clowns, by leaps and bounds
It's my turn, I'm like Mr. Burns, release the hounds
Excellent, enter ill slang inventor
My clothes, color coordinated like

They wouldn't know what to do
Been at this shit since a jitt lil bitch I'm a veteran now
I really wish you pussy rappers would learn better by now
Wish

like to hound
Man they huckle me
Beatings from mama
Been humbled me
Got love for my bitch
Cause she suck on me
I swear that your
Gonna keep loving me

Cartridge getting blown, dusty nintendo
Once I was homeless, Mr. wendell
Arrested my development
Karma delivers severe punishment
So many delegates, feeling

and armadillos

Boy you ain't no renegade

So what business ya got walkin' my way

Don't get caught in the wrong place

I'll write a song for your early grave

the whole gang do (do)
Still clutching on a glass of that proof (proof)
Still the only thing to get me through (through)
Still bothered by the things I can't