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hanging by a thread, blood red from the vein, your lil chain is not a flex to me

The ashes of my past framed, they talk to me incessantly,
The dialogue is

of the illest 

I know that you feel this

The brother who made it

The nigga the one 

When he came in the matrix 

Im stunting on people

Just ones that hated

a nigga stretched out like a long strive
Something like running track
Smoking my opponents
Not my fault they said they want it
I got drafted in the first

and get plenty they put u in a cage
I think that it's time I draw the line and flip page
I know I'm building legs by carrying niggers on my back
These

that would be worse
Sometimes it's looking like a blessing but gets crashed by a curse
Keep pouring wok I told my girl that she should become a nurse
I

the spice of life
Always running out of time
Blinding halo
Black as shadow
I'm a two toned acolyte
Stack up the blocks
But only the kind that feeds on writers

days
Dazed and time bled, repeated instead
But you were never innocent, no, you realized long ago
That you'd soon be dead
I wanna make things right
I

know you had a long flight
I'ma keep it player, take the bed, I'ma take the couch
You say you ahead first place, let me eat you out
Got the dope dick all

ball park, police is on they lumberjack
I can't fuck with that 'cause they put weight on my brothers back
Then walked on by like Thundercat
Nah, run it

on
Trust me in a couple years I'll be the shit going on
I'm still going strong
The difference is my pitches is long
Who the fuck you think you kidding mine

getting very used to this
When I wake up in the morning
I thank God for his gift
I been suffering my by lonely
Devil trying to get me kill
I got to get up

with a .45
Auto, no auto, I'm fuckin up both sides
Foot on the gas I'm prepared for the long ride
Running it up they gone see when I blow by
Bitches say

name is jigga 
Tell that hoe chill i dont be in my feels 
Mindset stuck on a mill
Play after play running two minute drills 
Aiming for your jersey when

(Marijuana)

Yeah we cruising down the highway

Bad bitch is sitting by me

She Spanish call me papi

But when she ramble on about her feelings me no

And we pulling up on announced 
Used to hate but they love me now 
I’m the one they can’t fuck with now 
Got these flows never running out
 In the booth

Lyfe 

Uh...I Was Living in This Bubble 
By Myself When My Brother Told Me.., Shorty Yeah You Need a Lil Help... 
I Was Self Medicating... 
Blowing

bitch im getting paid/
Don't fuck wit my money dawg, 
Been doing this too long,
Full grown, I'm the man bitch... that's all I'm saying

(Seed up)
Making

ain't coming back
Making these plays I feel like a quarterback
I'm dropping these dimes I might need my quarter back
Running it up I run to the stack
I

don't care if I get rich
As long as mum's fine
Are you going to back your breadren
When it gets to crunch time
I'm just here stacking bread
My brothers

and ego
I don't want any part of it bro
Learned that a fucking long time ago
You ain't even doing right by Hammurabi's code
Don't gotta sign no dotted line

the prevention
What happens when you can't do the long run like Kenyans
What happens if you don't see the curses running through your denims
What if you know they

guilty
I think that I took too long to make it
First songs that I ever dropped
I cooked up in the basement
I was young
Out here running wild
They sent me

ball like Michael Jordan 
N drip harder then Michael Phelps 
Been betrayed by my own family
How I’m suppose to trust anybody else 
Ok get the strap 
No

been running out of our minds
Searching for answers we don't need to find
Here we are nowhere to go
Just a long dark and lonely road
It's so hard to find