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the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
I still feel depressed
I'm still in my feelings
I'm ill in the head
I'm killing' time by writing rhymes
To hide my lies, I try to ride the high
It's
Brighter days
Let me take a seat, better yet, lie down.
You could tell anxiety by the way I sound.
No i don't wish I'd die right now
But I wish I
should take "Back 2 Da
Lab" back to the lab
You should take "Simply The Best" with me
Come on, don't kid me
Simply the best or simply a mess
I will simply
on blocks
Where ?women'?is gorgeous and kids stay strapped like Bugs Bunny Jordans
Its crazed, on strips where eyes is forever glazed
Like lady lemon
Trust (FaNaTiX)
'Velli, wow
Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (burn it)
My bruddas like, "Dutch, man, loaw that
We can wipe it off, get some
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
Lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye
I can't lie, I get high, high, high
Yo, in New York we smoke chocolate
Keep a loaded gun in the cockpit
And almost every night, we on the block lit
the expert of execution
I met Lil Knock at the junction
He was talkin about walkin, to the tree spot
We took the L to New Rox, we got stopped by two cops
teacher, I'ma preacher, I'ma free my kids
I'ma grow dem and show dem what a leader is
I'ma teach dem the laws of receive and give
Knowledge Reigns
weak
I'm at my peak I seek more then the boredom that you are accustomed to
The conoseur I love hip-hop more, then I did as a kid so I gotta get rid
dogs got 'em
F*** it, for two minutes, let 'em play wit' a new pair
I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear
Pockets like a blimp; s***,
Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain
This is Crip talk, Blood New York
Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought
From outta
tans, state greens, county oranges
Identified by colors and numbers, that's just how they on it
Prisons got inhumane conditions, COs wildin' on us
just decided (hah), I'm the new king of this shit
Feel I'm the best since '96 (woo)
Used to have no electric, now my shows electrifyin' (ha)
Niggas
You can still find Ev on the block
Somewhere between a hard place and a rock
My dresser draw gun under the socks
Nothing fun about shooting one
rhyme
And it's not just New York City kids
Rappers all around the world get pretty biz
We got Russian rap we got German rap
We got Swedish rap all
I hit the bank, cash out
Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back
look soft, like cotton, absorb it all up in your head
Yeah soak it up kid now mix this in
I'm on some Off the Wall Beat It, New York turned Dangerous
I was dancing with some kids
In this house where I lived a couple lifetimes
Maybe more
We had the music up loud by that old leather couch
Where I
on the side, man 'pon de corner
Me used to reach out with me brethren 'pon an' over
And my blocks dem a hang up in different area
Dem a know Daddy Snow is
sobie poczekamy na czele challenge
I choć na nogach Travis Scott new drop albo Nike Shox
To nie jestem new kid on the block real talk
Ty tylko kluby dupy
This goes hard just a lil sumthin you can rock to
You might hear it in the hood or the block too
My enemies lookin in amazement
They always wanna
Cole’s house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
would change the world be the brains let’s talk like Tupac
Instead we talk
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