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of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
just keep running…
I thought I got better, working on myself all by my lonely
These past few years I just been running from the old me
Hate seeing old
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
A voice cries from
started flowin' as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody
Tonight
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made
nightmares back into dreams
You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that
waiting on Jive
We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from
she comin' home
False cases, allegations, but the war already won
Can you hear me say, "Everybody move like this" (everybody move like this)
Flick
Ugh Daddy money
She pull an escalade but she aint got that caddy money
I pull my mom's whip she be lookin at me funny
She a real hill hunnie I should
of the place I call home, oh yeah
When I show up to a show, everybody knows I'm fucking there
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras
the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(Wyclef) For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life
Juvenile
You got me fucked up
blinding em
Tryna lift the city off of the strength of my rhyming
Poverty was the climate I shouldn't gave to remind ya
But watch me deliver hope
From out
a sentence from you since my sentence
But on the streets, everybody thinking you the realest
'Cause you screaming free me and SG on your pendant
Even though
she stood me up we spose to go to the movies Sunday mornin paper this nigga done shot her that shit threw me. True story everybody got one let's get
wrong? I told her, Mom, it's nothing
She know her baby thuggin', she had dreams, a n***a put me under
I was outside thuggin', havin' dreams, but thinkin'
yeah
Man I'm from the grid, I had a great time
The same team in the room man we chop it up
I just got home, my focus on the prize
I've been sick with
got that fire
You ain't really bout ya lies
From here out you stuck wit me don't fuck wit me
The first person get rough wit me'll get buck 50d
(Yeah)
the dreams
Follow what it means
It's Tony, my brothers, we lock in
We get to the money, we stay on ten
I see me up, I bust that
He got off, I took that
I
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
keep a vest around my chest
Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex
Nigga but not me though, I'm trying to focus
On bigger and brighter thangs
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
from the dream team
Call me kg
This
Beat by Lonze the king
Feeling like LeBron James
I'm a king
Just like Kobe when he got his 5th Ring
When I'm in
And I got a lot to say to the streets but I don't talk too much
I'm only 5 5 but I'm a beast and got the heart of a Lion
They then showed us that
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
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