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pain was more violent
Gotta carry my niggas but no I ain’t maria
And I gotta keep this heat because I know these streets are fire
Like my dawgs ran away

one more for the team
Every time it rips I sew the seams
At least I'm capable of dreams

Ima fight this fight til nothing's left of me
Rest in peace if

foolish
Put the work in
Nothing permanent
On this planet
Won't regret it
Find your purpose
Running now yeah
Lifting all these weights
Playing football I

of a poem, I put it in a song, can't no nigga tell me shit about what I did, I'm putting Westmont up on the map and I started off on Normandie

Verse: These

Every type of mourning
Boxed in by this concrete
Dreams only make sense six beers deep for me
No city can love me
Spirit starved, sight hazy
I

playing possum,
If a rose grows from concrete you got to help her blossom,
And chapters in my life are written out like these verses,
Life can be good but

sailor coat

Ayo, I show and prove me
And these fools never identical
Catch wreck got your neck under
My Gucci tennis shoe by any means I need
Multiple

on the block where it ain't safe
Big Glock, 45 and a AK
Skrrt skrrt do his ass like no face
I got stripes in the streets
Like some red tape

I'm rollin' up

the hoes, dank, fame
And loot are you a ryda? (Whoop)
Can we ride? (Whoop whoop)

I pack big heat 'cuz of
These streets I'm so fed
Rags hangin' out my back

more for the team
Every time it rips I sew the seams
At least I'm capable of dreams
Ima fight this fight til nothing's left of me
Rest in peace if you

Way that time be flying by I question if im really even sober uh
Most those bois they old to us
Way I slide on beats
For the streets I be owning up
Now

a know it all
Back it up full rewind stop it you know how I do
Stay up all night putting in that work to pay my dues

Jakes got me by the collar (Woop

Back when them
Warrants were issued.
I flipped the script and did it legit
No bricks in the back of the mitsu

Yeah, we back it's official
Haters gon

to revive
Check my libra scale you add no balance you for the streets
If you waste my time, you get murdered by a king
Please don’t make me do it, I just

the cap off your head
Mess around in the streets will get a cap to your head
It's all fun and games till you in the back of the feds
Now you singing

like a expert
Every year that goes by commercial music gets worse
Dickie shorts on and my Jordan 14’s walk around the cape
Bubble boy in a force field

tonight and then turned her to meat eater (yeah)
In love with the shit but we cheaters
I lay around with the street creepers (okay)
Fire up the ZaZa, it

Everyday trap line ring, everyday trap line beep
Every other day in the T, put things on things in the street

Every other week do shows, when I'm

Black Togetha Again

King Tee

Tha Triflin' Album

1993

and coffee
And I'll be back once I get off these concrete streets
Infrared scope and I'm mad as fuck
I'm on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs, cause they

Disease

Cut.Rate.Box

Burning from the Outside: Retail Slut

1998

Walk down the street 
I see your angels fall like diamonds 
Pale in the light 
That keeps me moving through time 
And I tell myself that all I

[VERSE 1]
This is the end of every act that has been 
Where the back gets packed and the when gets penned
Primed by a line, then a sine into waves

rent-free

Crying in the tub 
How you listening to Brent Faiyaz?
That's gon' make it worse 
By the way your friend's still here 

Yea your friends told on me

like Vegeta
Cool when I walk by, so be careful, I might freeze ya
When I spit these rhymes, nigga, I'm producin' ether

Jimmy this, Jimmy that, on my

by 3 times but never stopped at the sight
as we carried that couch over head height
in the night.
Left it in a field to burn tomorrow
or the next day