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Getting high nigga, (yea) gotta get high, (yea yea yea yea yea) everyday getting high trying to survive (yea yea yea yea yea) you know dying to get

I woke up I'm tired of wishing
Told myself get off yo a*s n go get it
Motivation to the trenches
Momma told me boy you gifted
Late nights me

That’s a dummy call
Jail 23 and 1
But they had me locked down24 and 0
Locked in a cell by myself 10 days ina row
No one to talk to
They Took my phone calls

J.Gunna Hook: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
On how I beat myself up, I'm sorry.
Now I see the bigger picture, it's on me.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. (2X)

J.Gunna

a letter in the mail
When i was doing time they ain’t wanna give me bail
But now I’m back on these nigga back on these fuck niggas
You sitting on yo ass boy

to burn¹⁴

Sat back studied myself and yeah I got more to learn¹⁵

I put all my faith in you girl and you left with no return¹⁶ 

Roll the wood feeling this

paper)
Pray for you more than I pray for myself
Treat you well as hell but you not great for my health
The door was open and you forward ya mail
Breaking

to plan
I turned my past to sand, like the Sandman
Got you in a trance, gimme 'dat
Yeah
Yeah
I did this shit by myself
Yeah, I did shit by myself
So all

King of New York

RZA

Twelve Reasons to Die II

2015

"Demon" in blood
On the titties, no remorse for life
He wild for the night, son, gun and knife
Living trife reckless, hang a man by his necklace
Then mail

part of this
Get me off this crazy ride i'm gonna puke
I'm gonna piss! I'd rather kill myself
I'd rather just relax or not exist
But you say you wanna do

Sit by myself and pretend
That nothing has changed since first time we met
And I feel like a ghost
When you're not around 
And left this town

Out of State

Obie Trice

Second Round's on Me

2006

the spot where the dope grow 

We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, 
Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we

cause I be doing well
Let off them shells like tacos
Switchblade sharp like a nacho
I tried to teach your ass a lesson you saved by the bell
Clean like

And then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie
Fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes, fuck your socks with the bell on it

by the Most high
You'll never find the truth living a whole lie
Young nigga flow but my soul like an old guy
I stay Melo when I puff more La
Better

a new cheque in the mail
I don’t need a major label no more
I’m independent bitch! I just do it myself

ALL OF THE TROPHIES
ALL OF THE MEDALS
ALL

check by my lonely
I get thе check by myself
Tool turn him to macaroni toolie
Turn him to a shell
And it's still free Bugga free
That boy out the cell
I

tell
Just leave it on my voice mail
Why you texting me
I finally see
I'll never be your girl
Even if I miss your touch and I cry myself to sleep
Never be

appreciate the voice mail but the first nail in the coffin
Was a choice that entailed when you chose to get railed by the problem

Fuck you and him

but now I got racks on the shelf
I ain't got no squad move the packs by myself
Plug called the phone said the pack is in the mail
Went to pick it up had

And the bed make me feel like a corps 
I was thuggin' by myself 
And no mail With my name on me 
I ain't never get called for a visitation
I was shoved in

pressure

I need you to take this pain away
Tell them Get out of my face
Like, leave me alone
I feel my heart finna break

At the crib by myself, I had

Time Passing Us By

Bizzy Bone

The Gift

2001

got ghetto credit
Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you

(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin'

on myself (Yeah I do)
Used to be so stressed by receiving my bills by the mail (So sad)
Now im straight im living life, by my side i got plenty females (Ya