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the milli
Non stop with killing
If it doesn't make sense then I'm a billy
Goat that's prone to grope dough
cnd drive by ya city
Throwing money out the roof

to freedom
You boutta let my people go
Industry is in between the damage of my folk
Money hungry adolescents turnt into some hoe
Shackled by the blackmail that

a blunt
All of my niggas be Toating on 40's
Try to run up on me catch a shot To the top
Dropinn the Woo , cause y'all Niggas some Cops
Smoking on boomer,

bitches wanna fuck me
Thousand dollars on the kicks, spent four hundred for a shirt

The way she see the money, mist, bet I make the bitch twerk
By any

I'm caught up on my bills
But still my house ain't in the hills
Instead it's in the woods
The yards big with a fence
Let's get some shit understood

She sayin' stay,
I don't really wanna listen to her
I see the people she's pimped by, and
I don't really wanna be part of that life, and so I
Keep my

to have trust

Baby mama trippin', about another bitch
I'm not wasting energy, can't make it up
Fuck all the past shit I did, got in my bag put'n into

you are
Are
Or
We can make the world ours
And by we
I mean yours and mine
Hers and hers and she gon drive
Not with it now
Ill give you time
We gon have

friends who may have dropped in
On my way home I'll stop by Miller's farm
Country living is the spice of life
It means so much to me
Country living is my

Hold up (fuck)
Trap nigga lil baby
I don't give a fuck bout none of that man I got a couple plays to make
Man I ain't got time for all that lil shit

hand-to-hand sales with fans, cause I know they need it
Bitch wanna have my baby like Michael Jackson, I told her to beat it
I'm takin' drugs to clear my mind,

bottom
It's okay, I'll get to riches even if I have to rob 'em
On my momma, and yeah, I get some hate from both sides of the field that watch my plate
I

Its the Gz nigga
I know y'all niggas don't like me
I don't give a fuck who don't like me
They going to have to deal with it nigga
Look
If it's beef

motherfuckers out there don't know when I come through the hood, it's all good
You know I look like a baby Suge, but I'm no Suge Knight, alright
I'm always on my

ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love

Don't Tell Me You Care

Crass

Best Before 1984

1986

position at the top

You shit-head slimy want it alls
You bind the baby as it crawls
And crush its head, the soft new scull
Burst its brain and keep it

adolescence'll leave a scar
Some people lost faith, had the presence to beat the odds
So many obstacles and hurdles for me to dodge
Put your face on a tee then

speak to God i'm a younging yeah
If you don't have the faith you might plummet yeah
He saved me by grace to some it yeah

She tell me go
Guess I sold my

making a cameo
Confidence and faith fade away like Adios
All the other dudes got their pumped up egos
They better run and outrun my issues
Wonder would she

love
90s baby, I'm a product of eras, forever shaped by mistakes in the war on terror
And they scare us, in the news, because it's fear that's been

Who gone cry for that kid in the trenches
Aint nobody give it to him by any means he go get it
Got Ms Johnson in the window she aint minding her

to be reckon with
An an an...

Do you know
What I gave up
Do you know
All the sacrifices
I've made
Shit
I could have been breezing
On a boat
With some

to be reckon with
An an an...

Do you know
What I gave up
Do you know
All the sacrifices
I've made
Shit
I could have been breezing
On a boat
With some

really like biggie and pac with a pencil
Talking that shit and get hit your dental
Eat up the beat
Ima raw baby I'm using my fingers don't need a utensil