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In a City With No Name

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

So whatcha think about mortality?
How are these motherfuckers running America
Squeaking by like the sound of my sneakers
Weaker versions

I'd be a different man by sundown

Big dreams of a bust down, bottles on ice in a blunt loud
So high I don't ever come down, on a money mission, only

chains I'm wearing are mine
And these shoes I got are so exclusive that ain't none of y'all gon find
Cash stacking by the thousands
Bad bitches all dimes

doing me right
But I still ain't just ask you to leave
Like ian jus feeling too good on dis night
So imma jus be at the crib, by myself where I be

Yea

trust these niggas
Me and you we not the same
Shit we differ in figures
My woman move low key
Cause most these bitches bitter
She said you tryna have

Nothing to Give

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

Niggas be killing, why?
Because late at night, the bad don't seem so wrong

When them lights low and ain't no night glow from the moon
Scoundrels run

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

life
I put my trust in you so put your trust in me
When you with your fake friends is when you fronting me
They not real don't try to lie keep it a buck

when you wake up
Hair messed up, no face covered in makeup
You built your life on top of sticks and sand
So when the wolf comes around will it sink

Listen, always had niggas jumpin' like Jordan, yeah, I been been
I got my own, but he gon' spend regardless, so that's a win-win
Never had to do too

flow
Hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows

It's funny how the music put times in perspective
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it

remember extra chrome, on them lowrider bikes
Slap boxing with Jermaine that low key taught me how to fight 
But everything was not alright, wish I had my

just ridin' by
Keep it low-key, D&D, she actin' shy
Shorty in her feelings, baby, I'm just tryna slide
I'm an expert in the lab, Bill Nye
Know I keep it

an X and not a G

I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me

I'm wanted by the law so I stay low

Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough

until we see you vatos drop
Busting off shots, running from the cops
We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop

[Royal T]
Homey uno D, by three

his face
Head kick feel Diaz, outta Stockton we create
Do jujitsu wit my future, lock it in to seal my fate
I been feeling low but it’s alright
Trappin

a young nigga game
See they kissing ass what you done for the fame
Nigga's selling souls spending funds on a chain
Just to get robbed by them guns that they

Whoap, Whoap, Whoap
Yeah
Whoap, Whoap, Whoap
That's on Dundadda
Da right
Yeah
Not for everyone

Straight out the mud
So One Hunnid like 5 of them

Ten hours on streets in-between states
Front door smiling like I won a sweepstakes
On the road on the road
Keep my shit on the low
Ain't even talk bout

stare
Grabbing your girl by the throat or the hair
I'll make that bitch get on all fours like a bear

Don't give a fuck bout your pain grab a Perc

Is currently at a low magnitude
I lost plenty of yall
And i found my drive
So why the hell would
I be tracking you
I gave you my time for free

I'm still low
I chose God, he set the goal
Twin bed, not on the floor
I'm so blessed he open doors for
Every one that close he opens up like ten more

If that don't work Guess
I'm gonna have to sink low
Nah, never that I got ambition
But I'm still slipping 
I guess it's the bullshit
That I been

give me another drum I could be banging on
So I can keep my rhythm going with a different flow
Switch up my mentality and show from my residual being