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Lived on the streets I've done everything a Mormon hates
I'm poor but I'm sure that my rap
I'm running wild
I'm running out
A message for the years gone by
Hold me close
Don't watch me die
And she said
If you get down then you don't get on me
the motherfucking police I screamed as if I pumped that same NWA tape
Raped by your message of hate I was already shattered walked the streets tattered
Battered but
the way
Chukwudube
K'ayi mewe
Keep leading us that's all I pray
The reason for the message
Make you know say no lele
When Jehovah dey by your side
weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any
on his ass, I'll be sponsored by Huggins
We wipers that clean if he think about fuckin
My mama said, stop tryna fight for these niggas
They wanna do
a message for me
The sign reads "the constant preparation for war
This is the preservation of peace"
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
the block D who own the building if we are the streets
Much respect to Styles P, Jada, Sheek, X R I P
Straight dyslexic this message is turning can't help it
it and keep on movin'
Guess who's back up in the house
Original Cleveland criminals
niggas just send them subliminal messages like
"Murda, Mo Murda
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour (Every minute of the hour)
Day by day (Day by day)
protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short
here in these streets
Running wild
You used to leave a message on my machine
All the time, you'd say
I just called because I had you on my mind
So shoot
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don't need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state
Fuck the bullshit nigga get
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Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
The more clearer than
10 a piece , I think nigga got the wrong message
They been eyeing me , since I came the Saint Laurent stepper
If you trying me , have em laying in
Niggas tryna
Fuck Me
I just want they
Bitches
Turned her from
A missed to a
Misses
Now she
Screenshotting
Messages and
Blowing me kisses
Whoah
Iono why
Blessings on blessings on blessings, I'm blessed
What I'm manifesting, deliver a message
Blessings on blessings on blessings, I'm blessed
My whole
Seven digits in my iPhone
You got a face and a body do die for
You turn heads in the streets like a sideshow
The way you moving got me singing in
your lack of effort
Fuckin with me on a beat, you better bring the bag and sheets, or else I'll leave you on the street
Flesh rotting body buzzard feast
the z's
Maybe not for me
I'm purging, I ain't talking bout the eat
I'm saying I would murder motherfuckers in the street
Murder on the beat though
I don't
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other day
sour crout (what up), hollow 'em out
'bout to open my own business, siccmade meats
Where you gonna get your product from nigga?
Sacramento streets (why),
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