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Yeah, Northside, uptown, one-way rundown
I want his head in a bag, bitch
Fuckin' with me, better know what you doin
I promise you goin' out sad, bitch
She

count me out but You counted on me (on me)
Big plans by the bigger man
When I almost down and out, hey you never gave up
Could've left me in the dust,

you are
It ain't a dream I know they fiend for Mr. Lamar
Now just bounce with me
Look at my circle
You couldn't find the answers to this
In dexters lab

soon meet again, you ah no jus mi friend
Tune in close your eyes and count to 10
One Time One Time
Two Time Two Time
Gyal yuh cute and yuh so fine so

and children
Murder me a civilian
Came back at 3am ain't notice surveillance 
Plotting on this home
Getting plotted on all along
Kicked in the door, shot your

Makin' these racks
Like it's GTA
Count my blessings
Like I'm Lecrae
This is real music
Like NF
I put myself in overtime
Like I'm the ref
Switch this song

I had a crush on this girl way back in school
But if she was happy I was happy. It was cool.
Then I' m at this house party man, chillin' by the pool

There have been some fucked up situations that's been pulling me back
Don't know how much longer I can take, but life is wack
Bruised, hurt, bled,

datin', neckin'
In the hallways
And I'm hatin' always
How they're self-obsessed
Is "malfeasance" as a word too strong?
Don't get me wrong
I'm no prude about

course I’m sick of this drought
It’s funny if you think my people miss out
I’ll pick up city and I’m gonna count
All the people that blessed me and how

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

just wanted to die
At work, it was hard to say "Hi!"
They probably thought
‘what’s wrong with this guy?’
He thought, ‘if only they saw me inside’
He

gave a fuck
No hands out was nobody showing me no love
But fuck it cuz I got the pounds like I'm in UK
Fuck fake people nigga that's two face
Two cubans

And that's life
I probably paid thе price in other ways
In other words anothеr bird
Another day i'm trying to get away clean
I'm trying to get by at home

on the sideline
I be like Mike
That’s why they call me a fly guy
I’ll be what you like
Count me in for 10 rounds
And they crown me the thriller
Any cat drags you

ain't
Biblical
I stop it then i play it back up flip the reciprocal
Counters
12
Me and stumpy man we stay together
Plaques on our walls
Like this shit

to shit
-this ain't bout hoes this ain't bout swag
•ion care bout clothes & i can't trust a bitch
-fuck the law fuck a snitch
•my Dawgs get caged by

even got a place to go
I just thought that we could take it slow
Ain't tryna make the same mistakes as before
Now shorty I know better
This ain't my

extorted
All our plugs in the drawer (Course)
Closed casket gang, we up by three
Check the count (On gang)
Ion going out like 9locknine
I ain't shooting up

a lie, Look at this, Look at that
Groups can’t decide, I know this, Is a fact
Try to go straight but the steerings been hacked
Parallel Lanes
Got me going

of the time

I need you in my life
Where do we go
What do I do
I can't live without your love
Thinkin' of you, makes me feel
Like I am the only one for you

'll go save you a seat
Like this shit put me under weather
Now it's time to paint the scene
Of every single broken dream
I lost too many on my team
The way

to the bread by any means possible
I'm tryna bring Dutch in, like I was managing Liverpool
We can sit and talk, you can find out that I'm really cool, composure

Hitmen

Sporty Thievz

Street Cinema [Bonus Track Clean]

1998

the kill 

(Verse 2) 
Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob 
Two Z's and the Saab for this hitman job 
Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me