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a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o
my gullie suit
Normally angel's
By my side
Lately demons
Been the substitute
Destroyin my peace
Sleepless nights
How much
More can take
Wat
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct
our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em
bitch picked me some like cotton so I call her Fred Douglas
I can make her drop her pants I ain't even said nothing
Murder shit go both ways flip it
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
the window sits uncle Fred
Since he's back from the war there ain't a word he has said
And Freckles my sister as she passed away sir
Sometimes in my dreams I
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
We plant the seed in the vine
Now all that we need is some shine
You see, I said "now", uh, I'm used
To that, we used to that, right?
But there is no
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
straps, niggas know Fred's feeding them kids
I got a message for them kids
If you hit the trap make sure you're whipping
And you're stretching on them
looking right into the New Year"
She said, "Honey, honey, you know I gave up cigarettes for my New Year's resolution
But I didn't give up smoking"
I
looking right into the New Year"
She said, "Honey, honey, you know I gave up cigarettes for my New Year's resolution
But I didn't give up smoking"
I
support at everything that you doing
I know this album is phenomenal bro
We go hard right now
We go hard right now uh huh
We go hard right now
We go hard
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
already said I'm hot
They savor, my fruit's of labor
My flow is sweeter
Than strawberries, oranges, and apricots
God dammit I raised the
Standards
I love the life I live
I said I live the life I love
Right
I said I love the life I live
Yeah, ain't no other soul gonna stop me
Nah, I said I live
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me fred
I got a real
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