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a sock in that bitch
Throw you off in a ditch
Boy you soft fuckin snitch
Brother got by with a face mask
He don't wanna take that
There he fuckin goes

without my best friends
But that's the past tense, the boy has grown up
Now they wanna show up, they tryna get a close up
But I tell em hold up, like nigga

cheese boy
Be no thief don't break the law
This here ain't no diss track
I just wanna confess
Tell it how i feel about it
I ain't no f**n racist im'out

I

what kaiser say
diagnosis n death
thats my birthday
i wrap my arms around you
i need my dad
this is worst pain
but work got me outta town
be back by

hit or something gitcha mind right
Only sinning when I see em coming it's ah time lot
I'm worst down to die bout ah verse
2Pac taught me boy I'm first

that I backseat trash'em
Know the boy on his lavish savage
Tell them bitches that they bags is packed up
I ain't really with the average capping
Flip

to the range work on you're aim fuck that wild gun firing
In the streets or not better keep that fire snakes they grimy
Heart froze from all these rainy days but

smoking that green
By the way I'm a veteran
Balling way too damn hard need a letterman
Nigga can't fuck with me got no leverage
And she can't take the dick

I'm livin' my life right when givin' the mic life
Take 'em on trip like an addict gettin' a hit
I make the poor feel rich, gettin' a twitch
Like a rap

it any day (any day)
But I was rushing so I told her give me number Andale
But I got to keep it real lowkey (tell 'em why)
Cause to be honest I belong

demons get depressed 
When he look he in the mirror cause he know he don't see a man

I swear I been locking it in
I put the city on lock, city boy with

Ain't fuck with em I ain't on no new shit
Only chose the real to keep up in the movement
Only keep the real bitches by my side too
Might cut a bitch off

addict, that wouldn’t be tragic?
And you would ride, right by my side, while I justify and work thru the madness? And I could do everything I can to listen

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go

the their city
I'm a king in mine
Put in work with the unit
Had em touching the sky
Never let a cross or a bitch
Get a piece of the pie
Turned nothing

(Talk to em)
This purple durag gimme the krillen
Sleek laid down
I get a chance know ima slip in
Boy small body like Piccolo
He don't fit in then get you

the wave yeah the ship
Tell 'em hop on the boat while I'm on it
Cuz I'm bout to take off like a trip
They say that I'm born with it, maybe it's Maybelline
I

Buddha sit by my side

Put the work in practicin' and learnin'
Only truth when I spit
Write a fucking sermon
Even shoot all my flicks
Cut it like a surgeon

millions
Investing in buildings
Work to leave an inheritance for my children
Investing in bonds watching my stock yielding
Hate is crippling
Don't be led by

like we takin' off
In they bird work these hollows we gon' pack 'em out
It ain't no lies up in this shit that I be rappin' 'bout
On gang, when I was

This Is What I Do

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

dipset bitch
You kno what that means?
You amongst the diplomat community
This my man Hellrell, he locked up he bout to come home
Hit em Rell

take the risk
Tell me what equipment
On your body need like

Ooh, I scream out for the night!
I just stacked my team with ice!
Hey
Lie-ooh
I just stacked

they know the boy for certain
Who gon show when it's time to close the Curtains
Dark lights round me imma cease em
All them Fake fam fake friends imma

me
They acting like I owe em, but can't tell me what they offered me
I know they wanna see me fall
I got my back against the wall
That's for sure, but