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a lot of money while you talk a lot
They won't let me ball they won't let me ball
I stand tall with this words I don't wanna fall

Mama told me go

Rollin round life til I'm paid I let the top drop 
While my girlfriend playin in ma dreads
You know me damn right come prepared
She want a real nigga

flying through the streets
Skip to 2017 and you got Scorleone up in Shenzhen by the beach diving on these beats
你好, Digga. Bienvenue au Chine du Sud, Digga

talkin reckless on the crew name
My view changed
Used to want revenge
Now I want Dusse
Let's drink to em
Niggas losin they P's
Look like Jenny Craig
It's

With the gang man
Straps fully loaded up we ain't playing man
Been thuggin all my life don't tell me nothing
I was raised by these streets dad didn't

See the industry's asleep
It's coiled up in the sheets
With no idea of what's really going on in the streets
Musicians afraid and claiming they're

Beast Mode Pt.2 Lyrics
Verse 1:

Whooo
Fam on my mind so I'm in my zone
Black Wall Street grind
So I'm going beast mode 

Peace to Bmore yo
North

or even to the moon
I'm on my dark ways
Fuck the population, I'm the only one here
I don't let them see a smile, I own a straight face
Niggas want me

be a Craig Vill song
Niggas thought that riding in a car that mean it's hard to hit you
Solving issues by swinging choppers, ripping through scar

a city that's so cold
By the tree families gather
With stories to be told
But let's remember always
As the holiday bells chime
Christmas in the ghetto

these snakes out my grass like a Mexican
She bad built' and got no ass I guess she's Mexican
I was in the streets sellin' like a Mexican
Had fake J's

I can't feel my heartbeat
Cause I can't feel my heartbeat No, I can't feel my heartbeat
Remember times with the family All alone, let it bang in

beating that case, let's go
Exotic choppers on me exotic glock when we pull on your street
Nigga stop playin', nigga know where I be Hop out the car, chase

'bout my people dangling from the trees, yeah
We celebrate when niggas make it out the streets
But how you let your mama starve, won't even take her out

Juggalo Party

Twiztid

Cryptic Collection, Vol. 2

2002

raise em' up
I can smell the souls and the spirits
And every Hallowicked when the clouds blow by, I can hear em'
Tellin' me to celebrate the dead for life

By ancient kings discovered
Ayatollah the controller I break
The strings of puppets, soul Killa

Pessimistic, damn they so pessimistic
Even though I'm

on and let it resonate
Accelerate, find your inner hunger like you never ate
Agenda is to push the hate, separate and segregate
Don't celebrate quite yet,

again 
Nobody back slapping the boy
They thought he made it by accident 
Here I go speaking in third person again 
One tweet made niggas rap again
Made

just had some shit on my mind
Yeah

Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just

paint the patriots as Nazis
The men playing women's sports get trophies for winning
Like great, let's celebrate a man for beating some women
If you're

all this shit I just wanna be fly, dressed in all white in a Benz and I ain't pulling up to no funeral, it's a good day so let's celebrate just me

sleepwalking
I'm living out every dream
It feel like it's Halloween but
Not because it was sweet
I filled the bag up by
Walking down the street
One, two, three,

em all to stop that talking when its bout me
I been in the field wit shooters, they won’t walk with out me
And y’all so nosy ask me if I'm co-signed by

Meanwhile the sinkholes
Unearthing treasures
cll stories at heart
Just victims and villains
Been awaiting a call
To fall from heaven
Standing on street