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no one's aware. They tell us, work in teams, but we barely work in pairs. Like we could all fit in the lift but most are made to take the stairs.

Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty.
Smokin reefa popin pills was my

when do we ever play it safe

I been smoking on Gelato got a blunt dipped in wax

We can really keep it street 

But  u prefer to keep it rap

Let my

black  boy killed in the streets by police
We’ve seen the footage, you and I know he didn’t deserve to bleed
Lawmakers I called but was told
Please leave

The Cypher

I got a rhythm written for this cypher instrumental beat
Hyper like a Michael Jackson, moon walking through the streets
Slow motion in

of hip-hop

Profitin’ off of the awful conditions
That’s probably brought on by me and the squads of my minions (Hah)
I got a lot of stock bought in

I’m addicted to these goddamn butterflies
I lie and tell myself I will be alright
But the truth is I’m stuck in this dark sky

I don't want to stay here

told

Word on the street i fell off
So called fans in they feelins
Now who dick you fell on?
How many niggas I got to tell off?
How many gems I got

won't reach me on this phone

When you call me 

I'll be gone

I'll be so far from home



To tell the truth yo I can't blame you this is where we were

to keep me relevant
I just tell the truth, when most would lie they ass off
It's easy to be no filter, when you ain’t gotta take a mask off
Had to leave

Better look both ways before you walk across them streets, real talk
Dollar dollar, bill talk
Move by yourself cuz all these other niggas will talk
Never

jurassic that's home base 
Ace the truth believe when I tell you I'm gangsta
God first take of care of family homie that's gangsta
Break the curse live

Protected by the angels
Had his piece in him, now he reaching for his kangaroo
Thought he was a master in these streets—more like Django
A shooter with no

shit 
Bitches only about 
Sucking  and fucking dick 
Trying to get money out of him
By the time he give it to you that same shit I already spent

the same way I came up
Resume framed up, yup it’s stainless 
Born and raised in jungle, not made for the zoo
We truth ain’t gone never let em tame us 
Did

On the street,
Listenin’ to your favorite song

Where to go
Don’t look back
And go straight on

I move on
To a different place
That I don’t know
Baby

Work
I Send ‘Em Flying, They Lyin Like Sabertooths
I’m An Asshole By Nature But Never Be-Trae The Truth
Jitna Chahe, Kar Na Paye, I Come In And Slay

eh
Telling em now ill be showing them ay
An everyday ill be rollin yeah
You know the truth that ill be smoking yeah eh
Every fucking day ima tell em

tears run dry still I wonder
What you tell yourself to sleep at night

Grow toward the light or be swallowed by night
We're loved til we're not, but our

the cell
Lawyer on speaker Phone 
It ain’t hard to tell
I got weight 
Bills never late 
I got faith 
Start the day, uber eats 
Food hot like the streets
We

Malone nigga (Shrops)/

Black is our Business/
You're wack if you diss this/
The truth will graduate you if you cap then you dismissed/
Wall Street is

the scene
It was three of us we split the airbnb
And we were right across the street from Muscle Beach
Lemme tell you what happened next
Had the sun in my

whatever
Didn't think he'd choose the streets over his son I stand corrected
I was tired of dropping fries I told them take me off the schedule
Now I'm in

Like wet dreams infused with your own genes.

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