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could spend
This a test
Now you big drip killing it but only When you roll with me
You know I'm just tryna keep it Solid
Tryda keep it real, but no you

Battle, then a motherfucker dies, I be getting me ready and all, hotter music by
The same nigga who made "Ding Dong Ditch Nigga!"
I could really get

trying to turn the coldest
Hoping maybe I'll let it all pass by
Baby I'm eyein these past lies
Lately I'm living a fast life
Hate on me but I don't ask why

This ain’t a song
It’s more like a note to self
A reminder to me that I need balance
‘cause I’m always working
Plannin’ projects and preppin’

to make a better way for our women and kids
Oh, do you know what it feels like to sit in a cell
Eight by ten on a possession with intention to sell
You want

but

Not every piece of me tries to get rid of the pain, 'cause

I seem to need to bleed to feed the drive inside of me

Inciting me to keep me on my

Vin's back, come and join the movement
Y'all know me, I destroy the new shit
Everybody telling me the boy's improving
Now I'm tearing up lanes like

E-Inami
Yeah
Bathi ng'wile kodwa ng'mile, they can't understand me
Why you gotta make an analysis of the way I'm standing?
Studying all my moves like

Hell Yeah (Pimp the System)

Dead Prez

RBG: Revolutionary But Gangsta

2004

on

Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my

for the living
I will tear open binbags with my teeth to feed my family
And will make myself so ugly, that people can't stand to look at me 
Hackles up,

directly on it all the s***t that eat at me
Dinner table in my mental I can feel these mugs feed
Infatuated with it all the s***t I don't need
But I been

(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

A true conversation with the homie listen
He told me life is a mission you gotta eat bread and go cop you a pot to piss in
I know

grave like "damn I wish you were here"
And everybody around me felt like they really knew how I feel
When really they didn't
Got it permanent on my chest

act like I dont need em
I know everybody got a weakness 
Perfect you know I'm not
I gotta watch these niggas tryna talk me out my spot 
I'm by myself

I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv

ain't no need to talk it through
Anywho I got shit to do, so let me through
Just move fore I move you, I'm really not in the mood
Got better shit to do

Chorus: That feel good music moves my soul, turn it up till it makes me lose control, Good Music feed my soul, I callin this one Good Music. (Repeats)

1st

to the bag
Get to the money
These niggas half asleep
She know it's no games with me
I live by the code
These niggas some hoes
And they want the game for free

can bag any bitch in my sleep
I snatch ya hoe if she right in my reach 
You Saved by the bell and they callin me screetch
Feed em good dick and I slide

breathe
'Cause the menacing conflict that
Plagues my mind from
The shit that's never happened to me
I'm stricken by guilt
God won't leave me alone
She finds

gotta feed all my People
Aint no cap up in my rap
That shit that you be yelling Telling
It be hard to believe you
Yellow valor on the sweatsuit
Do not get

Thinking gang-banging easy, rather skip them

Academics like my whole hood needs me. If I take care of the goods in return, they'll feed me
Soon we'll

ain’t gotta state they stance, ya hear me…”


When you gotta feed the fam
It’s a lot of heat to stand 
Get the fuck up out the kitchen
Make a lot

with me
Never prayed for me 
This is what I'm meant to be 
Life is a bitch 
Everybody tryna fuck with it
That ain't my cup of tea I got a family to feed