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the rapper life so honestly it's do or die
Love to see my niggas win them doors they turned to suicide
Stay in the streets wit guns so who gon live the choice

on me
Well protected, best believe I got that iron on me
Because I'm all alone and yes, I'm ridin' in these streets
Why you snitchin', homie? Trippin',

peachy
We not the same n you see that clearly
I get paid by the weekly
If i see you its probably briefly
If you must then speak clearly
Need my money

two, one. Explode.
Let's go. Got you grooving to the beat.
While you moving both your feet. Two stepping in the streets.
Give a fuck if you hate it. I

learning python my nigga I'm internet smarter
All these niggas gon talk, but they fodder
And I keep a lil 5(V) like "The Carter"
Said she ain't never fuck in

to never exist again
Was I ever real in my past life, or was I just a ghost before my own death

I hope these questions will be answered with time
Every day

caught me at that mall, they would've been deceased
We beat that nigga up, down in the fleet, he disrespect D.B
I bang for K, you diss the gang, nigga,

Trap, jumpin' whole, gang in this bitch, bet not talk too much watch what you say
In this bitch
Boy, we got that ammunition for them K's in this

riddles to choose left or right
I followed strangers when in doubt
On these damn streets is where I learned how to
Forget yet to believe

Then I found out

Had a nightmare I was living in the street
Wasn't all bad, I'd consider it a dream
We was all hustlers, counting up the cream
Bad motherfuckers,

the night
cs I walk with you by my side
cnd tomorrow I will walk these streets alone

So you go away
Won't you please stay
It's all turning grey (x2)

cnd

the fuck would I run with wannabe's
Stuck on river street
In my mind this one melody saying
Me and Cyrus was on a mission
He stayed striving
Hella violent

tough in his AR taking charge
But things got weird in his head
Got the idea his life was hanging by a thread
And in self-defence he shot innocent people

I've been on the road
I'm just getting to the dough
I'm not fucking with these hoes
Always on my case and you don't let me slide
You got a bone

loose lips, get man down, bitch
Hold that new clip, weighing me down here
Grind hard, no sleep, dreams too vivid
Hustle marked by the book, minutes I'm in

threatening by night mires
Me k) da anadwo bia I've got to think about my family
I'm going through a lot
I'm also going through some memories

Lord of mystery

one chick, that shit is rare, I smash and disappear
I'm too player to be sincere, these hoes be getting shared
I know a bitch that got a bbl, should've

people still hurting
Going get it out the mud see my hands full of dirt
Niggas dying ta live don't get put up on ah shirt
These streets ain't got no morals

when I see him, I end him

Stick out, black bitch, you get hit with some venom
Got a glick in my dip, you can see through the denim
Niggas don't be

think I'm pressed, by who? damn
Don't hit my line, we through, banned
Less you tryna book, need 2 m's
Out with the old, no new friends
I don't hide out

It's the big blunt sparka
Glock in the parka
Ops don't phase the dude
To get from Michael Kors
To heated marble floors
You don't know what it takes

Play with my mama's son, I clean these streets up
Running crazy like I'm the adopted baby
They try to tell me, children, yeah, how I got my first kill

can stay out on these streets the longest
Ay, cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back til them damn Duck Dodgers years)
I tell you what? Gimme

Every Single Weekend

Kam

Boyz N the Hood

1991

And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off
and break some laws so they can take some drawers home
Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong