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Pass me the dope and I get in my zone
She calling my phone
How many miles til i get home
I don’t know
I take it off safety, I pull it back then I reload

I take another step 

Won’t compromise won’t get put down by what life bring, won’t stop until I get what I want and see my bro’s free 

Making plays

been like 8 mile 
Riding round with that fake smile 
Y’all take down what I write down but it seems like I just paint now 
 My words on canvas 
I paint

in the whip, makings moves by the mile and,

Let's go,
Getting it in all through the metro,
Petrol, 
Wheels they spin, on  93 special

Let's go,

You see these faces and these smiles?
Guess what? They're looking back at you
I swear, these walls could span for miles
But they still hold some kind

Whip the stoley like we bought it i'm just tryna blend 
And I seen some heads get cracked down by the Irish Inn 
Can't page my next move that’s why

Head to toe I be caressing her
Summer say girls need love to
Listen lil mama I'm hearing you
Let's light this blunt take a flight or two 
Smoking this

“Smell that skunk!”

If you don’t mind
I got some money
Let’s spend some time

Forget this place
Forget the worry
Lets get away

Yeah

Take a load

new another black statistic 
But can you blame would you risk it all for fame and riches
Seen niggas take another’s  life over bitches
Know a nigga ran

you want 
A quarter mile away from dying you can leave if you want 
You need me, this shit one sided, this shit just for a front 
I can leave you in

to blow his mind
To take her out off his mind
Erase her sighs from burning wires
In pitchblack skull with teeth that scream

Touch my cold tune
Turn me into

cloth
Y’all just be moths, gotta get y’all off 
Cus y’all Be leachin on a nigga
Going through the motions brought the street up out a nigga
By his

a lad.
Always had mountains of meat and potato pie
Smothered with gravy with the broad beans piled high
Always followed by rice pudding
With a very

A hundred miles and hour just to get here!
I see a lot of my friends changing but they ain’t moving.
I can only tell by the friends I’m losing.
Real friends

Written by Christo Andriopoulos

Came up writing rhymes
Spittin' bars
On the black top
Hungry for a better life
But I ain't a have not
I just wanted

a hundred rounds
We smoking by the pound
It's so loud you can hear the sound
We be thumbing down
Racks on racks keep coming now
They don't like my sound so

crayola who
Who the fuck y'all talkin to
Can't be Mister S Dot
Etcetera ahead of ya
By way more than a green mile so what we really talking about?

No for

nimble
Show love to a nigga you don't know what he been through
You scared to make a move cuz the reaper near you cruise by the spot the blocks hot
Melting

running miles in the city to escape, shoutout nervexx
Pick up all my homies then I skrrt off in a new 'Vette (Ju-ju)
Just rolled up, I'ma roam the bar
I

niggas nod
Need a mask to cast reflection so he sees his own demise
We got sense we take his senses so you can't identify
See ya call I'm layin low if I

the Capitols under siege one of them dead
Sometimes it takes a while to get out of bed
I run for a mile water hitting my head
While these thoughts in my head
My

so damn hard so damn hard
But I'm gettin nowhere
Trying so damn hard so damn hard
I'm holdin onto a prayer
(Uh)
Yo what up take a seat
It's just me my

get me off 'er
Take medicine, like I'm told by the doctor
Hold your breath, smoke in my chest
But not anymore, since it lead to making mess
Like my

Woke up in a hospital surrounded by my family
The life I was living, it turned out all of it was just a dream
Fell inside a coma, now I'm wishing I could