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at least, money goin' up, it gotta increase
Got two bitches, that's a two-piece
Tryna turn my car into a two-seat
And what's up with these rappers, man
Is

all
And I know he couldn't comprehend what really was wrong
Cause every time he'd try to speak she'd scream, "My baby is gone!"
Every second like two

I Call my crib

The cave



Big checks every

Week but 

Believe me

This ain’t no ADP



Still got cake I

Saved up from

Last year

Now I just ADD

cause I can't ever quit
Really this is my shit , I wrote this song for the all dreamers and the ones chasing it
Cause we all in this together, always keep

A fools known by his speech a wise man by his silence
You're tryna a leave a legacy, but you perpetuate violence
You Gon talk this and talk that, but

sh*t had to catch a breather
... From the puppets that Live amongst us real ni**as like cousin skeeter 
Bad Dominicano glance at my phone
She get tight

the fuck is the whole country coming to?
Rappers and Muslims is dying and gunning too
Police get shot and they doin' the killing
Put end to this shit God

then I’ll pull up to your crib
Put a 19 to your head, and I’ll show you how I live
I know hittas from the south, I got shooters on your block
Put a glock

you hearing that
An know that everything's alright
Despite the way they play it out
This is your land and sovereign right
An they can't deal with that

could glide through this life like on easy mode
Ride through this road like I'm Drizzy tho 
I know I'm not, man I'm Brighter
The logic of being broken is

got sum 2 prove
But emotionally scarred by the face of you
And no sheep should advice me too
I'm a black sheep want 3 bags full
And live fat like Majin

And I try to own every need I've known
Some have grown out of control
And all this trying to keep my youth from dying
Really takes its toll

You tell

shake hands
Geez gettin beat by this geezer
Since 84 kept my heart in the freezer
Something up my sleeve
Real teaser
Et tu brute, watch ya back like

anticipation of having niggas waiting
For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio
But in this day

to catch them by the gas station

Like Hank Hill with the Propain

Custies lined up like it’s

Soultrain

The whole hood is a gas chamber

mad anger

my family sake

I say
Get that money
Flip a bag
And live yo life today

Im from Kansas City
Where somebody
Dying  everyday

They don't wanna see you

Can I Get Some

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

at the way I catch wet
From the projects, and I'mma live here
Til I die, gettin high, Shaolin Soldiers take over in '95
And I'mma make sure all my shit is raw

food that
Is really really trash

I'm just really hungry, this shit is garbage

Live performance of PILOT

I recorded Cherry Bomb in
Random houses

like a number 2,

Are you even catching this shit,

I know it’s been a while but my name should be stained in your brain by now,

Yeah I’m great right

who live to love and lie

and everytime i turn around
another grave is in the ground
they’re selling all kinds of crap on my TV
and everytime I turn

of course
Whoa

I don't think anything that I been hearing is worth it
I ain't for CNN or the Shapiro internment
Two feet and I'm running for it
Little

this fickle globe
Pickle picks a pocket but divorce is such a viscous fold
Foes fathom they fighting for the right cause
Left out one half now trapped in

I'm 'bout to drop from the Battle Bus
Already hiding in bushes
Just look where I found him
My entire team is cracking up
You should know that my wins

be my pleasure to liberate you from
Them at midnight, I
Will destroy this city you call
Home with every last
One of you in it you can scream
All you