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Empty roads and seven suns
Haunted by the things I've done
No second chances
Gone in a flash
I'm haunted by the things I've done

Eyes up

Nah, Nigga ain't no sliding by,
He's still alive, I must've been too high
Told, bro, to spin the block a second time
Ain't get the message, you gon' get

I could go through two-week
Things where I could just get fucked
Up and then explore that
And then be done with that when I got
Over it then make some

Right down Cherry Ave by the cleaners, she got her cherry popped
The cherry colored Honda was the getaway
But hell could wait
Y'all niggas cap like

alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold

My friends say it's a loser's game
Poker face on
But I'm in love by second date
Keep him waiting 
I just want my sweet escape 
Rule book away

Now I'm

the deluxe bitch
(CHOLo, this the deluxe bitch)


Keep it coming, I just made 2 mil in 1 hit
You blinded by some government run shit
Keep 'em dumb then
(Keep

expect it
Then calculate how long it's gon' take to get to your weapon (are you strapped?)
No love songs, I kept it gangsta 24/7 (uh-huh)
You crying-ass

happiness have if its reliant on dying joys

Pfftt who fucking cares about you

July thirty second, twenty 69, twenty seven million three hundred and thirty

What you gonna do you not bulletproof you bout to lose
You out of luck you fucked up you done meet your dome
Its Killa K-Scott homie what you gonna do
I

waitin' since like 7th grade what it take?
Thought by now I'd have the bread to buy a fuckin' lake
But yet & still it's a 9 to 5 barely scrapin' by
'Member

weigh it by five
Sold the whole zip aint care to get high
Some niggas stay high but can barley get by
Learn from the next man L like its mine
Spliffin'

fucking look away
I wrote this in blood

Don't think for a second we won't take it by force
When will we learn it seems no peace without war
So much in

split
By some nigga she let in the house
I was 7 when I learned my first lesson bout sexing 
From the magazine collection underneath the couch
I was 8

a glorious mess
And gave the people freedom of speech
We also did the same for the press
And for all religions, you wanna preach

The second amendment's

it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep

and holler out
Give me a second, let me settle down, I'm wildin' out
See, that's my problem, always guardin' out

Rewind the forces
Take it back

been had the blick automatic
Niggas turn snake, can't believe that was my homie
I be pouring by the four, two times like I'm Kobe
Serving white like

to get messy ya best just get ready
You count to eight I’ll count to seven
Lights flashing in seconds
Screams from every direction
Not blind to all of your

keeping them fed
While I'm racking it in and I'm stacking my bread
Can't waste bullets line your gang up gang up
Take seven down with one
Done, see my face

If they in my house probably for unlawful search and seizure
Done pleading the 5th done reading the script
of the propaganda machine unleashing my gift

The legitimately real organic way
By thinking about everything
That I want and by proving
To you I can get it
I got it
I rock it
My intellect incredibly strong
So

come in here to come second
Done playing, done stressing, no question, best-dressed young veteran
All the drug sellers drug users now
Game of the new

of twiztid wraps
Make you feel like you got
Hit by a basеball bat
This ain't nothin but the real
What you know bout that
Think I'm about to get peeled
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