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belong

"By my side, by my hand and by my feet" She said
She kept you close, like a scrawny little stray
But her hogwash made you feel like a purebred

liquor get a stand quicker
Wither in the half moon light of
My life we lose vigor
By 28 we half gone already
Cause the liver and the
Kidney corroding

offering dick, but they'd take none of it
Satisfied with strap-ons
With death coming near, I let go'a fear
And reflected on my life
And the the last thing I

found  
Silent ground no truths allowed 

Stand proud, warrior of nothing 
So profound, holier than all things  
Break ground, the preacher must sing

And I'm shooting these demons that's in my mind 
And I'm shooting these demons they still alive 
Uh I can't let you down but I gotta stand my ground 
Ain't

rappers
If you on my dick you get hit with the K
Bullet casings on the ground
Paramedics send 'em in
Keep your head low and get down
If they see you that's

on them corners
Like a hexagon
Underground,  but I body shit
This a skeleton
Pope Francis with the flow
I really stand next to none
Holy Father, like

Cant stand these lame ass hoes
Around every corner doesent matter you go
They gon come up in yo home
They could have your blood but have none of your

cold through the snow
Just to find out you were dubbing on the low
Who can I talk to now?
I stand outside, my bare feet on the ground
I swore I heard

Stand up straight
I'm a man not ape
Hate fake people wanna peep my sound
Seek me out just to keep me down
As we flow through the waves of jealousy

pineapple on pizza
It has to stop
I don't get it
Friends don't get it
The people doing this
Need to be stopped
Yeah yeah
Ayo
Prada not done with this shit
My

to
But fuck them niggas stay focused on being, bettering you
Ayyye this what im made of none of this shit is made up
Was swerving on my birthday just

city
Imma stand my ground even though it get
Windy
Y'all thought I was Phine
Fuck y'all talking bout
I'm not onna Phineas Ferb
I'm outta verbs
I had

don't give my name up
The game full of fakes real niggas stand up
The game full of snakes so I can't trust none
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a soul

at me like I got no name
Doing it wrong for so long
Where's my claim to fame
Don't even know if I wanna be part of this game
I can say it's all driven by

jam 
A lie detector test so I can really tell who my mans is 
Had a picture perfect life with mad holes in my canvas 
None of them can stand to this 

stand out, there's hope in my hands, I need to pen out
There's ten down, my toes hit the damn ground
My soul was surrounded
Devil by the door tryna fry it

fuck with none of these people
I might up the glock, turn my head and just light away
Ain't nobody gone slide away
Got a nigga nervous like a final day

happens again to none
Everybody wake up no one can run
Now this ain't just a story that happened in my own hood
This world is filled up with animals

Should the world fall at our feet
Will we keep standing on the ground
Shall the earth quake to none
With all the blank faces silent around

Do I look

chances
Many chances passed you by
You've been on your grind, grind, grind
And there's still no shine, oh my
(Man, you've been working day and night ish)

Fo Fum in and crumble the ground up under you
Here because of none of you
Won't give a fuck for one of you

I just speaking truthfully
Nevermind what

I stand all ground but still I'm a steady mover
Stingers in the cut, ain't talking bout' dice shooters
They my shooters, put you on ice like nice

and see the burn marks
You gone know that I ain't in a gang when you look at me and I'm by myself Rod
Bitch you know I keep them things
Got one in my pocket