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and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
to foll’er through the wilderness
Do you know today you can
Roller skate from Miami to Seattle
From San Diego to Plymouth Rock?
In this little bitty instant,
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
myself, that's society
(One, two, three, four)
Twenty nineteen spend a penny open up my eyes (see)
Get some visine send something that gon make em wise
everything you need for a good livin'
And if you coming LA, better make it a visit
They be flocking to my town by the two's
P-town, shut it down from
back then I got to say that
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck
be getting high
That won't stop me from aiming higher
Spin that track and pass me that lighter uh
Pass it on when I double it
H2W? Is Finally public
Uh! One time tell me where ya from!
Uh! Two times tell me where ya from!
Uh! Three times tell me where ya from!
Uh! Four times tell me where ya from
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
Dear lord
Forgive me
Hindsight is 20/20
Yah Yah Yah
Running from my past trying not to trip, not to slip
Addicted to the game chasing paper that was
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
in the street that I know, I
Only wanna hear one thing when I roll by
Good Morning, Good Morning, how we doing yall
Good Morning, yeah, Good Morning
he'd get on these niggas good sides
Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
They
Kevin Hart's the best (Eddie Murphy)
Oh, my bad Dad, but I'm far from impressed
Don't sass me boy, I'm from the streets of Seattle
I wear the scars
Let me start off
By saying you lost
The best one in town
You can look around
But they not like me
Robby's the M V P
No there ain't no coming back
silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from
people try to call us filthy trash
Even though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin' on the corner sellin'
without it
Life is a catch twenty two
Get out the game before you catch twenty two
Revving out these peds, and tryna catch me your bruce
Hoppin' that
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
"Henry, watcha doin'?"
And Henry, he said, "I'm inventing the Chevrolet"
He said, "I've already built twenty five models,
One for each letter from
Tell you when I get back (tell you when I get back)
Tell me when I cash out (hah)
Tell me why you ran from my mama
Yeah yeah, you know I ain't scared
your door
All praise go to the most high
All fades turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets
After fucking with police guaranteed
Last nigga did
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