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Chored
Bored
Floored whores
Undefeated by a post
Timeline status got em ghost
Maybe you should flip ya verbal approach/
Now I'm impatient
Mixing these good

Yeah, you feel me, you feel me
I’m cooking your ass and don’t offer delivery
You know what I mean, I am the thing that’s on top of ya Christmas tree

protect and that’s by any means 
Light his top she turn me on
 Like 2 Christmas trees 
Niggas fake but not my dawgs we ain’t caught that disease
 Crying

All this pain I pour it up 

Keep that liquor in my cup 

All my niggas know what’s up

Don’t give a fuck don’t test mine x2

Growing up sometimes

impressed by the chains men seem to shackle and wear around like neckties convinced of their freedom.

Oh surprise!
You're left without something to balance

walking by
Ok ok thought I should go make some time
No jitter finger
Really only trigger figure
He walk in with hyena, so you know he lion with it
Do you

a lil' deeper
One step I take, two more and I'm reaching
So steady towards something that is so fleeting
Truth that could break all the knowledge you feel

through the storm

But the years flew by like shooting stars
All I did was blink I don't know you anymore
Two little fires even heaven couldn't put out
I

A Few Good Men

T-Bone

Bone-A-Fide

2005

I'm better
So I dump re-up and keep getting more cheddar
You know what it do
Mack 10 a savage
Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage
Fresh

Shawty see me walking
Ye i know she stalking
When her phone ring
She know that im calling
Diamond ring
Ye you know that im ballin
I can't look back

Ima name brand hoe still got that Leeroy glow
Couple thousand on the jeans Mike Amiri got me clean
Nigga fuck do you mean size 30 in the seams
I know

You from Gonzaga
She Think I'm Nolan Hickman
You ain't gotta ask me
Bitch you know
This pole clip extended
He not never finna shoot his shot
He just

other than knacking
And stacking singles like pringles and all the straps and trappin'
Over-saturated, I'm giving you what you lacking
In fact, Trapper

Only God can judge me 
I know He's right by my side 
Every time that i cry 
I don't think you know me 
I put a smile on my face 

But I'm still that

planting the seeds
On god im gon get it by whatever means
 High expectations im high off my dreams
Either in or you out
There is no in between
For those

money, I cut off my bitches
Your nigga a lame, he still tryna fit in
I'm in a two-seater with Squin
You can't get in they like, "Suave
What ho you 'bout

that shit by three, nigga
Alright, met a bad lil' bitch today, she super pretty

And she top rank, said she wanna know how wok taste
What the business

They might let you fuck
But ahead for the team
Do you know what I mean the pimp in me
It be the real deal feel where Im from
Blackland, Carol City
You

a whole band, all on some jeans
I gotta get the bag by any means
She baldhead but no Mr.Clean
Been Wu Tang i'm getting this C.R.E.A.M.
Jump in a vette

My momma stronger than anyone than I've ever met
2 kids scraping by to get shit payed, yeah
That's a different respect
Its a fuck you out of spite
But

Two
Jordan on the White Sox
Spin and get the block hot
Heaters in the dashboard, this is what you asked for
Fives and a .38
Back then pushing weight

just us, get away
For a day or two or something I don't know
Just to feel for a minute
Talk to me like I don't have nowhere to go
I don't mean to come

WHAT I WANT
WHERE MY FUCKING LEAN
?
PARDON ME
IM IN VAN NUYS
SMOKING SHERBERT BY THE P
CLOUTED OUT MY BITCH
NOW THAT LIL BITCH
THINK THAT SHE ME
GETTING

a team
Do this all by myself that's what that mean
But I still make sure we all well
See the next life hope we all will