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left me
I'll flip this pack, shit, by myself
Niggas wanna flex niggas is asking to get killed
I can't be fake with these women, i gotta be real
I can't

Brick by brick establishments will build again
Dig the ditch into the trench where you will sow your sins
Again
You will make your place
Return

healing quick, a therapist, a crucifix, the New and Old Testament
I know book of Tim
Taller in his timbs
Caught up by his sins and now a nigga lifeless with

coming ready so she always put it on me and
I'm ready, our bodies getting sweaty
The more that we keep going the more that we feelin' steady
My heart is

wait to meet ya
If this is what I'm doing I'ma do often
Can I take out bring you back round ten
She said boy got guts but proceed with caution
Never took

and decisions
I came out from the bottom you ain't know that
Then I got lost and cut my hair, now it grow back
Playing in the trenches the toilet was a pit

my nigga
This that shit that separates the old fake and the real
I made friends that ended up still back stabbing me B
But made that bad behavior

the tower consume you
Plateau Indigo was ours, I choose you
I let you sip all on that potion I was scared of every notion of
Maybe this is just us growing up

doubts
I'm done with your thoughts for now
Sometimes my strength is endowed
Sometimes I take your thoughts all at it's costs, and I write em down

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
You are now listening to the smooth sounds of Drewww Banga
Yeah and I go by Tota Shakur
Chowmein on the boards
I

be outrun
This is what comes after our race

This game gettin ruthless
I'll show you who the truth is I
Red light green light
I cannot breathe it's starting to feel amazing
if I could not see I

lock
And borrowed something blue.
Who is this three-faced liar
Weeping o'er a tumble dryer?
Crank the cycle up to press
The tank was empty, and I shouted

They thinking they see Alli
Same nigga for a while now
I aint changed since CIC
Boy you best step back or get pushed
My niggas smoke papers by the book

to your mini van
I got chips on my shoulder
You couldn't get to me if you pulled over close to the median
So statistically I am not close to average by any

or you're losing your spot
It's hard to look upon a man who never knew what he got
Used to think this shit was stupid, now it's stupid I thought
I'm tryna

down
I got dreams of counting money While bitches trynna fuck me
I swear this life is for me, why They wanna take it from me?
We don't really do no

you a pig
Get fucking getting killed
I can make it surreal
I can fucking get you kilt
Nigga I can do you something
And I'm doing this in 1 take
And your

Got to get this money no other option
These niggas popped  paying through deposits
I paid it full out and I hardly drive it
Gotta feed my brothers

Melo ni mofe so
Melo ni mofe ko
Ebi ti kpa omo lomo meji
Ebi ti kpa omo lomo meta
(Mmm)
(Mmm)
(Mmm)
(Mmm)
Say this life na surulere
By The grace

You say day by day I bury you
That's all you have to say
And now your words are six feet under the ground
​​Six feet under the ground

​​The way you

water with no goggles really hung in that field like i'm rodgers
I know that time is money and ian waisting time
I roll a wood right now that shit ease my

He can run out his mouth ima run up my bands
They was talking shit said i wasn't the man
Ima prove them wrong ima run up my streak
Cause YAKKO is

scratch the bezel
And it's deeper than rap
This is more than words, feel it deeper than that
Kill it like the reaper
Keep it sexy like your features
It's