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really blame ya
Cause I've had my share of lows
Everybody is struggling
That's how life goes
Cause you make me feel so good
I can't believe that its true

Becoming another finger pointing mothefucker
Like 
I aint make it where I should
Cause these devils undercover
So and so happened so you know
I had to choose

the smoke and kill the juice
How many will die

Licensed to Kill

Turn the womb into a tomb
Stop the population boom
Surgeon makes a fortune
Brining death

fashion 
My niggas trained for the action 
Make the genre do a backflip 
Addition with subtraction
Had to ask you niggas what happened
Shouldnt have poked

make us great again
World of pain to exploit
Heaps of cash rig the game

Nothing can stand between
Ability and a mind for reason
So you wish you did not

something to say
My lips, no gibberish, forgot they mumble rapping these days
I'm as convincing as they get, my way with words is great
I can make a myth

The world makes it fucking hard remain the soft 
Just my thoughts 
I dont care if you believe or not 
And wouldn't really care if you would think that Ima

You homie hopping
I'm plane hopping
You mad you didn't make it
I'm still here dropping
You wearing the hand me downs
I'm in the mall copping
You

a shame
When I came in the game I had a vision
Now I'm reaching
Like my vision is missing
But now it's vivid
Oh it's so vivid
And when I close my eyes I can

You don't have to lie
You never felt like this before
Try to run and hide
But you keep on coming back for more
You keep on running games
I don't know

you like a sauna make it steamy yeah you know this 
I ain't no magician but I got that hocus pocus 
I don't wanna knock I want the door to be wide open

the man and plus I got the plan you have to understand the game is over
Flip a pack and spend it then make it back will not lend it my brudda's drive is

all

I've never stuck the wet rag in the electrical socket
Have you blemished this sick game?
Taken away it's power?
Picture perfect, fresh faced fringe

I put my heart In the track 
I treat my cards like they face 
I put my part in the pack 
We treat the game like a race
Homie i told you
That never gon

though
Might have to move the dope
Might have to work a job
Might have to start another business
I don't play games, I'm here to win this
I act first, if

on facts
If that make the hittas pressed, they should act on that
Hittas on the dumb
Yeah, they patty caking, but I'm clapping on the buns
Catch me

up with your teachers
O you don't want me in the game huh (huh)
Then I'm shooting from the bleachers
Kendawg off the leashes, Ken Ken out the creases

want this
Try to paint me as another
Hilfiger

That shit dead
So go lay in bed
Matter fact I took the time out to make yo spread

Say yo prayers
This

caught in my pride 
And I read between lines 
And I hate my emotions I don't let em shine 
Got rivalries within my diaries lines 
Lie to me make my anxiety

UGH YEAH - No time to play no games with them fake boys
We really bout that life, live that life, not just white noise
Lot of irrelevant talk

taking it serious
I'm not w the bullshit 
Frankie, You see what they doin? 
They know that I'm  gon make my hood rich 
Wait a min 
Why you keep losing yo

ruffles
I might compare to Joe Budden's
It's no longer everyday struggles
Me & my team had a huddle
And the game play was to hustle
They always gon' hate

Tryna make a mixtape
Skate the days away
All Upon my griptape
I grip fate by the face
And say

Give me mine
Cause too many see the fame
Just by stepping

a record and make you all stars
But first things first, sign your soul away here...

Yeah we cut a song about Avenue B
And the boxes boomed it all over