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You working to hard to strive
All i do is pick ups and drive
Uh i dont fuck with no police
Can't tell you the last time I check my parolee
Check
accorgo
Se penso al giudizio delle pesoneee
Sicuramente mi troverai morto
Non voglio dare peso alle parolee
Sti figli di puttana non li ascolto
Ma te ne
youngin you can either be a boss or a parolee
Lil big homie Lil big homie
I Put put niggas on they feet never said that you owe me
When I was down bad
I'm a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me
Give me my space don't crowd me homie
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler
Pushin' rhymes like
y'all know me
See me on MTV, I'm a parolee
I was out for twelve hours and went right back in
For three hots and one cot, doin' time in the pen (yeah)
gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his
nigga?
(YEAH) , you on the run nigga? (YEAH)
You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga?
(YEAH) yo, I ain't the first parolee
To catch his nigga for his
just waitin
For the love they always will be the first
Parolee, to hell I've been
Hustling and earning my
Keep and my flametorch wayne
Start danger
silly ass nigga
Jerk it motherfucker this is
Not a prank nigga i'm a felon, parolee
I still smoke rollies
You ain't gotta find Jesus
I'll leave you Holy
bloaw, bloaw
Like a parolee, the bitch violated (uh)
So how you like it, coffins or cremated?
Yeah, you know I'm sayin', uh
It ain't a day of my life
OG, this ain't no movie role
Pop's was off that O.E., trippin', gettin' his Tookie on
Thunderbird with Gold Ds, a felon and parolee
McDonald's for
I'm a felon, parolee
I still smoke rollies
You ain't gotta find Jesus, I'll leave you Holy
They ain't gotta find God, I'll baptize your homies
Then
And rain on your parade you silly ass nigga
Jerk it motherfucker this is
Not a prank nigga i'm a felon, parolee
I still smoke rollies
You ain't gotta find
history
My clan hold me nobody control me
So fuck a PO and being parolee
I write solely light grey Roley
Not the Bible but I lead a church of niggas Holy
when they hear the name of us
Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
No jail cell can hold me,
a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen
Parolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me
'Cause I'm no (?)
And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these
a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen
Parolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me
'Cause I'm no (?)
And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these
not
Safe in the markets
I inherit niggas beef quite frequently
That's why they call me Warrior NORE
When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody
Parolee
really got to give
Damn I want to live in 2-1-3
[Chorus]
It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla
at your grill
This shit ain't a drill
Work it like I'm paying the bills
It really get ill
Parolee but you still in appeals
The glick on me still
It's
ain't no lonely nights
Big rocks in the watch the pierogi type
Long bread I be talking like it's hoagie right
I put them cuffs on her wrist the parolee
ten seconds to put ten on your skeleton
Avoiding the charge better than any parolee ever did yeah
When i shoot my shot
They know ion miss
Running up
ripped
I can say you ""R.I.P.""
In the hell you're V.I.P.
It is the end, mask off
Death hasn't parolee
You cannot flee
You are so wee
You cannot run
You
on the corner had tree like Sedona
I trapped out of Sam crib my sister condoned it
I'm black and I'm paid use to be a parolee
Bust down and roll it might bust
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