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by the rules (what?)
Leave his ass in a pool (damn), of his own damn blood
It's the type of shit that don't make the news (boom, boom)
See, now you

together organs and flesh
Fresh
New face
Even brought to life by The Breath

The same Breath that will order your steps
As you journey back to the celestial

that you shouldn't go there
I can see it in your eyes yeah, I can see that your so scared
So get your bitch ass back home cuz you really don't belong

And sold my truck
And said goodbye to Memphis

Man, I got goin’
Cause the goin’ was tough
So why’d I come back
If I’d had enough?
They say the River City
Was

Before I'm breaking the bank 
(Hoe)
Put yourself in my faded shoes 
Coming for New York like I'm crack back in 82'
Working everyday gain by gain 
They

new friends on my team but we came from rags to riches woah
I ain't get no handouts not a thing
Feel like I'm married to the game I'm talking VV's

this for way too long
The pay too short, and the days to long
That's why I'm, acting a fool
Packing a tool back to the dude I was before
The black

York, you a bitch from Rochester
Home of the Evil Genius, God bless ya
He blew up, what happened to you? Let us invest-a-gate
Ya see, he couldn't wait

the dark by taking the white to the nose
Poker face and now she'll continue in with the show
Scrutinize for freeing the truth about the system
All she

packs can't fit hoe it's the same thang
East New York Nigga but I got a southern twang
Ain't got shave my head
For me to Ball insane
If you don't hustle

the slur
Guess it's the purp
New Boy'd ya girl
She said im a jerk
Guess it aint work
Take her back
That's a refund
I think this the one
Top five in my city

By the time I met you, summer tans were fading
You were a sunny face in an overcast town
In a New York minute, you and I were dating
I liked you so

This is my Italian Portofino flow 
Might book a flight and take 
A trip all the way to Rome
Out the city gotta stay busy 
See me when I'm home
New

mijo
You a niño, bitch I'm a grown man
Doeman turned to Conan
Big balls fear no man
Get love from da H out to New York and Oakland
I'm live from

a break from the norm
You never saw bray in this form
Whose here to say who's in the way
You bitches are worthless here's proof I have more
Your nothing

could try to find the best way 
To live and make some money 
For the brothers in these streets or police to take it from me 
Swear it's enough to make

fresh was a motherfucking crime I'm getting life every fucking time
Got that diesel from New York, came back home Ballin' like a giant, is that CBD
What

smells so nice, who the hell lights incense?
It makes sense, why everyone wants to live here
And it's grown lots, I recall way back in my fifth year
My

since way back
Near death experiences
Watching my life play back
Damn, and I have never sold a brick
But I can show you where to get it
Like I can show

Whatever was in that cup, it got me feeling real low
I mask my emotions by rolling up a rillo
I'm gon' make it to a penthouse the way that I flow

run out of here
With tears in his eyes
If you loved me
You would've found you a church home up there in New York
If you loved me
You would've

Is it too late to come back home, but I don't want to anyway,
This place is damned by my mistakes and your charms,
Is it too late to write a song,

cleared
From a city where ain't no such thing as fair
Gotta get it how you live 
Don't give a fuck if you a kid
You could still get a 
Nine to ya ribs

For the Record

Torae

For the Record

2011

"Live from New York City"
"Rappers be takin' notes"
"Vigilante hardcore"

Just in case you thought the last time was a fluke
Here we go again nigga,