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Look ima good man
Trauma got me in a bad place
I lost a lot of love and replaced the pain with a fine rage 
Its hard to talk about my loss without a beat playing 
And if I do ill probably spark a blunt to stop my shaken hand 
Im shaking hands locking eyes seeing through they glance
I keep a pistol in my pants I don’t fucking dance 
They making plans no weapons forming against me stand 
Even if you killed me 
Ninja scroll my monsters check my hands
I got more ghosts then you got folks in this living realm
They watching you and whisper in my ear if I should put you down
Maybe im broken cuz I was left at the lost and found 
Went cali bound and now im smoking with the dog pound 
And that shits crazy if you know me in them days lost
When I named my very first pistol lil Nate dog 
Cuz it made me feel like I was the hardest man in this town 
Till my brother took it went to use and they shot em down 
I guess we reaping really only what we sowing down  
Poppa left a seed and now this rose can crack a concrete mound
My petals lifting up these mountains off the fucking ground
Go an eat a dick from the back and smell that doo doo brown


Cuz life just a traffic jam 
Moving through the city 
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty 
An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and 
Cuddle up with my kitties 
Cuz life just a traffic jam 
Moving through the city 
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty 
Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and 
Cuddle up with my kitties 


I see the world from the point of view of an eagles eye  
Think about the dead so much I hardly feel alive
An sometimes I go outside so I can see the sky
Immediately walk back in and find a beat to rhyme 
I put my pistol in a safe just to give me space 
Cuz on an off day probably put a hole into my face 
No matter how i high I climb I’ll never see your face 
I build myself a tower a bable lead me to outer space 
I guess to ever see you again Id need a time machine 
Thats a hard pill to swallow like a lima bean 
Even with a million streams I can’t afford the finner things 
It’s back to robbing tourist who think they buying the finest green
Im on that og knowledge spit you a throw back
Leave a poem right at your feet like its a toe tag 
I don’t brag I make moves a locomotive 
Oh shit I didn’t know your bitch was on some hoe shit
Don’t trip or you may find yourself in the ocean 
You no fish you should stay on the land and just coast it
You ghosted you dead homie you got no emotion 
I’m open I kept it one hundred since I was spoken 
Devoted kill your whole click without a motive 
I’m old head 
I come from the testis of a dope a head 
You can try and test me I make messy out your forehead 
You could not invest me im laser point in my focus 


Cuz life just a traffic jam 
Moving through the city 
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty 
An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and 
Cuddle up with my kitties 
Cuz life just a traffic jam 
Moving through the city 
Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty 
Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties
But id rather go home and 
Cuddle up with my kitties

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