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by the hour I be lost in the sour
They shower dirty niggas for respect money power
Live by the gun then you die by the powder
Inside a bullet when

said I just got paid lets
Hang out for a while
I said first would be my pleasure
To know who you are
And do I have to use my tokens
Or do you have a car

work & I just flip It like a magazine & when I spit I leave the whole scene in a tragedy and I can spit like this for days no
Caffeine my flow hot

who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by

(VERSE 3)

YOU GOT THE BEST OF ME
AND ROLLED UP YOUR SLEEVES

BUT YOU'LL BE BACK ONCE YOU REALIZE
THAT I'M THE LAST OF MY BREED

BY THEN YOU CAN'T EVEN SIT

I aint go for gangsta just for heat when beef in progress . 
Yall nigas  get the picture? im like everything u pose ass,
I really live like the nigga

every ounce of light from me
And I had a lot to take
So Ill keep you kicking you can live for now
Till my next psychotic break
Fanning flames
Its a game

we live
I try to keep it positive, but the negative always outweigh
My heart get heavier by the day
My kids can't even go outside and play
With out

was acting like you tripped your set when you couldn't rep no set
Because nobody respected you
You tried to live on spectrums dude
I wonder why my

who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by

I have so much to say
Maybe it was the way
I was raised
Till my deathbed
Thoughts in my head
Coming out full-speed straight ahead

Tryna live

But every move I make, got me caught in the dark
Like a dog off his leash, getting lost in the park
Boy I'm Headed for the pound when they follow my

running and they calling Babylonians
Mac and cheese in the pot without the macaroni and
Your man got bodied why nobody pick him up
Stuck you for your burner

leave you knocked under
I speak the truth, so prepare for the thunder
I'm back, the rhyme spitter and the wonder
I came from the bottom, rising to the top

What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you

on the surface you're worth it not a thing makes you worth less fam just by virtue of who I am just by virtue of who you are we both know we are more than just

a special guest for you this evening,
Ghost you ready?

[Ghostface]
Yo, I verbally paint pictures I'm the hood's best storyteller,
This about a young boy,

spends
For all the times I never made it and She pushed me through
And for everyone seeing me now I Wouldn’t be here without you
Growing up I was savage

've been praying for a script
I done made Xanax my religion
I ain't proud of shit
Question every day the way I'm living
But my Pop was poppin' Oxycontin

competition
His words are what we live by
But they tryina make you trade in
The truth for a lie
So when they try to take your
Sushi and give you fish sticks
You

where I'm sittin' you don't stand a chance
In the city of gold-diggers do it for the gram
In my city them cold killers do it for a gram
Told 'em

Tell 'em

I got a line of questions for you 
Is my presence way too heavy for the black and the blue 
cre you threatened by my Melanin and tell me the truth

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

and choke
Who croak when the guns smoke, ?broke, you're half-loc'ed?

But I'm a break it down for those who know
Be real when you claim South Central

show you now
In case you think that's just a claim
For I am God without the complex
Yeah it's complex
Need more context
I am God
Looking at God
Standing