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[Featuring Steady Mobb'n] Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change 4x I'm
It's Warpath Records It's El Charrou Yeah Yeah It's King George It's El C baby Let's get it Yeah The game ain't know I was coming 'till it happened
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n] Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change 4x I'm
newly known at The 6 GTA no video game shit But I love my city y'all Yeah I love my city y'all I love my city I love my city, yeah, I love my city
Two years in spent a lot of hours Refuse to be the man that has no power My wellbeing is controlled by my life decisions I followed my heart that was
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkinÂ' about television and doinÂ' it on the radio What we did was to help our
phased I say hey, It's time to Make plays And take names It's free game I don't fold I kill lames With switchblades I be cutting brothas off Like when I'm
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality Casually, I walk through these war games
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n] Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change 4x I'm
the bowl, the shit's outta control Brothas on patrol They checkin' what ya stole The whole, world is, looking amazed Smack you so hard you'll be laid up for
the trash felt too heavy Till a little bird said to me Even independently, these tours ain't PGA These streets ain't Sesame Open you'll mind, you'll find
Hopin that we make front page of the paper Extra extra, black brotha dead Shot in the head by a cop named Fred When you read the paper, you know
front page of the paper Extra extra, black brotha dead Shot in the head by a cop named Fred When you read the paper, you know it's a damn lie Talk about
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do Every Single Bitch y'all From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
game PGA Hear an opp talking down on my name that's a good way to shorten your lifespan ETA Lil bitty bitch wanna ride on my dick Mix the nine with
on a brotha, that's a shotta, shotta Cold hearted brotha with that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than
the game 'cause I wanted a challenge You lookin' for tunnels I've been climbing mountains I'll go by myself fuck the Ones that might doubt me Don't need love
ain't sparing them I'll give yo hoe the business like it was inheritance The vigils they be candlelit your visual is damaging Guilty by association watch
of another man That a year ago couldn't see the plan I don't understand I guess that's the ways of the world Rap game like the PGA It ain't a whole lot that
these bands By my lonely This rap game be tripping A bunch of phonies I'm about to get up in it And put some damage on the game That they broke
Mmhh Yeah Cold Game Ok Here I come Moses flow on my release Let my music set me free As I part the black sea For peace pro speech Soul on fire bring
down a lot When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
is always gonna be a black thing Ya know what im saying there's some white brothas that's doing it out there But the soul of this game ya undastand is
down a lot When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
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