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mourn ya
Its a double edge against my progress
Towny boy holdin' his semi to kill your populous
These city cops always looking for a way to plot
Its too

How are you blinded by his grace but still manage to find my door?
To save your life you couldn't spit like me
You can get it in British or get it in

hellcat went gen 5
Don't cuff on these hoes cause they all tell lies
But I still slut 'em out when I hit from behind
Like Popeyes like a chick with some

won't let 'em, typical shit
What we always got to do
With them type of dudes
That was in a good mood
Now they fucking my shit
Been through it before this

the picture say
Least that's what my niggas think
I'm just tryna water all my roots, drippy slave
Ima be a martyr to my troops if the scripture say
Rich nigga

when I drift away from you
I keep falling and that's when I, look
I'm bout to tell the people just what I've been going though
I'm never open this is

I did bout two abortions couple years ago
Please don't tell me this my karma for hunching different hoes
Had to get from round y'all playing with my

No

Nelly

Heavy Starch

2002

to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines

on the ride of your life like it's Wonderland .
If these bitches wanna fuck I tell em ‘come again?' 
I feel like Peter Pan ‘cause I know I'll never land .

How many records do I gotta kill
For you to know that I don't go no chill
I told my boys that this wasn't a drill
Time to go get it man
Fuck all them

Have me really sad and my conscious guilty
Passed by em couple days prior, I was in a rush and I ain't stop to kick it
Got a call that his homie offed

or you telling I don't know a what's sooner
And say that my demeanor never show my clutch boomer
Was babied to the game by the Irish rose mooners
They told

die for what they always hating and shit
Now ain't that a bitch, it ain't making sense
The bulge in my pants ain't a gun, I'm packing my boy
I'm too

bro
Ffft fffft
We just switch'd the scene
I pull enough nacho cheese out, then that's not yo ho
You can tell I grit smoov than a bitch, by how much

whips, new chains
Like I brought the slaves back (Bah)
Heard them niggas hatin' on me
(Grra grra grra) tell 'em it's the payback
Treat the gun like my son

I don't hail to Mary the devil is a lie
I tell you why she didn't die for you and I
That serpent is creeping by looking to divide
Devour and hide

family on my back, what'd I tell you?
Even when the vertebrae cracked, I never fell through.
Never said I was invincible,
Body moving body broken from

Kobeazy
And that's with a K by the way
Haha
Yup

Ya fought its sad
Cuz ya missed
And now you after me cuz ya pissed
My drip never on E and I'm lit
I

Where I'm headed ima have to tell you to the top
Nigga say he need more than a zip don't hit my phone meet at the spot
When this shit pay off I'm a go cop

and my ears be on frozen

I gave him chances keep breaking the code
Do he know the code? At
This point I don't know
I see that boy everyday with that hoe
I

got those Black Cements
That you recommended 'cause resell is like half my rent
And the thing is, I'll probably still get 'em to just to rep you
For

gave my big homie paper, I said pay me later
He fucked up and folded and shit
By the end of the week, had them boys hit a sweep
Cuz he thinking shit

got no feelings
I swear that I been trapping since a lil, I pass my lil one the glock he gon' kill some
Niggas gon' fold on you they all hoes, niggas

Gather 'round, sinners....
Yo, step aside choir boys
We ain't playin' around
This ain't no Sunday sermon, we in your speakers everyday
Shatter