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a brother
Now I just care less that's something I would self-discover
I left my fear right by the wayside the slave mind
Got a pay job riding the wave

yourself this shit suicidal
Got guns all over the house watch your step that's a bazooka by ya
And I don't mind diving in that water ima scuba diver

...I knew I couldn't get it by my own hand
I knew how much that I wanted it, It was God's Plan

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray dear lord my soul

of rock
I'm showing my age now
Couple dreams engaged
I just watch how I work
I did it all for my name now
Running through my city wit intentions of gettin

pockets bodybuild
Push the Volvo through the smog
Nother body prolly killed
We be like la di da di day
Time to get so fly today
In the city that I'm from

pumpkin  like a jack-o-lantern
No need to hide behind the mask when you cover your pattern
Trapping out the haunted house like it's October 31st
Life was

em down
Scrapin threw his city bumpin ridin playin a hunnid rounds
Creep up on yo block oh he ain't here it I ain't make a sound
And I play my opps

they really junkies
Who y'all niggas think y'all fooling
Cooling with your bitch by the pool and getting my loot fuck y'all doing
We sitting at the top

who be opening gates I just say really really
I got that shit tatted then left the city
Rock with me Lee there's better and pretty
Taliya and Whitty get

know just how the saying goes
If you ran ya feet like you could ran ya mouth, you could probably even beat Usain Bolt
Can't rock with us on the same

Pills.weed,snow.smack, but no crack 
You under a molly rock if u aint ever thought dios sold tht, 
Tell me something u know tht I never share nd dont hold back,
I hear

from a dirty city I came up with some dirty niggas 
I murked out in them dirty streets that housed dirty bitches 
Rooming house is for stitches dirty

1-do what I want cus I’m making big moves
2-I live by my cooode its fuck all ya rules
3-Putting in work cus them bills be due
4-roll up some moon

a Lambo and how bout a Benz for the road
I need a house in the hills not disturbed by the people who's money I that am still owed
Don't even have enough

a couple ways
Let the beat drop
Please just let the beat drop
I know you’ll never try to comment on this heat rock
Ride wit me, ride wit me
East side roll'n

the case
slow up or tore up no shoe lace, assed out gassed out blast out
throwing rocks from a glass house you hear me uhhh like that Take it to 
the streets

call me daddy like my name Entei
I'm so lost in the grass I just found me a Pidgey
I ride through my city while followed by piggies
My teeth is so shiny,

got money, young nigga got cars
Young nigga got houses, young nigga got it all
Young nigga got money, power, and respect
Look what they did for

copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
Fake niggas hate on the winner
Well fuck it, I'm winnin' on niggas

I bought the house out

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

H-Town M.O.B.

H-Town M.O.B.

were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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yea), but in reality we're all finishing, everybody in line, nobody is making it off this rock alive i cut my ties from negative energy hanging by my

tonight 
Im like alright facts
Go 'head, slide that

It was all by Design
One of a kind 4 words to describe
Only enemy is time 
I'm an elevated mind Hear

puncher
Four deep with them blowers on
It's like the Ghost Busters

On the block with a bitch
It's a mouse in the house
I don't wanna hear shit
Please show

gonna lose control
Fucking up with me 'cause you tryna be a hoe
But I saw the good in you but this house is not a home
I'm really in my zone, locations