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they know
You on some 9-0 shit yeah they worship you
But I think the talk is hurting us
The movin and groovin
Don't seem to be working much
Fuck them

all of us children
To begin gears to move the money machine
School was a tool for normalization
What we call education was really indoctrination
Oh, by

yea never
I look around me and i feel nothing but pressure
5k pascals, I feel suffocated in this weather
And my sanity falling slower than a feather
But

I've been tryna run a bag
Real Niggas know my soul sad
Ever since them crackas took Shaq
Nothing been the same

Everybody on my back
I don't feel

N**** I was at the corner steady grinding with my n**** flipping money
We be steady popping young blood yes I did homie
Came up by the bottom I was

hoes act
I coulda fucked em by the dozens
And it's crazy cuz I doesn't
I been chilling cuz its nothing
Easy picking choosing hoes
When I done came into

halos
Blood boiling bound to erupt like a Volcano
But ima let karma do her thang Though 
Shit hit me like a tidal wave 
Last thing I told Eli was to be

this school of a try
Angles my nigga's gone circulate blood flow that's life lines ps letters pray 

For the ones that perish I preserve they grace I

heard of me 
And you think I copie Eminem 
Because I came up with this flow 
When I was choosen by the goat 

Nothing is gonna be easy in life 
Ever since

Coupe of homeless chicks beg by the store but I refuse to give 'em coins
Couple of gangs hang where I hang but I refuse to join
So now they don't like me

if I ever hurt you
I hope you heal quick
I hope whatever I caused doesn't last
And nothing ever does unless you're living in the past
Guilty by

The combination to the safe we coming to rake
GetDaCown give gully's the fame ya we not one in the same
From the same school but you , you from the next batch
Vyd

Got no time for no beats
Got no time for spitting heat
School every motherfuckin' week
Got a job so I can buy weed
Got rust in my teeth, got blood

a feeling you're trapped
The biggest disguise of society
But he is gonna break free

Rage
An outburst of hate
An outburst of pain
The blood scatters around

to improve

Spaced out
Spaced out, in creation
Authored by yours truly
In tune with all things, music

In my blood at this point
And just like the great flood

Yeah, one time for the famo
Aw yebo
Blood fam niggas represent
Coming from the South West
Yeah
Just had an argument with my girl
Now I'm taking my

like stairs
Not cool All true
Hustlin' work and school
Rocked 40 hours on both 'em too
Gotta push through rent and home work due
Wanna live good but it

of emphysema
Put them off their puffing
When they wake up and cough up blood
It could amount to nothing

So get your toddler smoking
It’ll make the kid a man

thought my pops would imbue
But after flights and all that pain
I'm all I can blame
A sane man wearing the same color every day
A sane man fucking these

just won’t get caught

Bored as fuck in school & i always thought
When the bell rings i’m headed to the money plots

Do what i do just to get by
How

well outta practice
Matter of fact, they're quite distracted
By my ways and antics
Makin' dem frantic
Vocabulary vast like the deep atlantic
But me nah

Life Ain't Nothing But a Game [Radio Edit]

Sonya C

Married to the Mob

graduated High School
I trip on all the things i've been through
and if I make my dreams done came true
but there is always something trying to hold me

had came up with nothing
Daddy had died and his mom was a junky
And he was too young to go get him some money
Going from school to school
T-bo was out

What's left
But a world in distress
When we ignore all the signs of the sadists
Pile up
Pile them up
Then worship in temples they built out of blood