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switchin' up mood I tell that bitch to cool right out
She wanna go through my phone she tell me come over, come by her
She offer good head can't refuse it

with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls

Came home untouched and the oop seen us
Been thru blood, sweat, and tears I had to clean up
I only leave to house if I gotta re up
No Ian in the mix

all the way to the mornin'
If you got attitudes I'ma get some act right and make you call me daddy by mornin'
I don't like when we fight, that

rhymes
My God know
I'm a real Don Dada
Let me teach behind ya
Shorty looking fine
Yeah that's my Lady
And I want her
Aye Say
And who that
You miss your

chicks
I know I can't lie about that
And if I keep it real
I never thought again I'd have to write about that
See, word I was still in love when I

I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way
I could rap
But that came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second, I swear
I will say about my rap career

they'll see
The wrong version of myself that I don't want to be

But now I'm breaking through, it's time that I bash
Through the barriers that been holding

speaking
Let your brain spill some blood if you fuckin peeking
Band setting up in the van with a
Stick loaded protecting the bricks with a
Clip size of my

soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
Niggaz step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel

this world just me by myself

A lot of hardship, the tears that I shed, make me who I am today, I got to get the bread
All the hurt inside, the blood I

with curtains, without tint 
Niggas still ain't seein' me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all

make ammends
But ion give a f*** I'ma leave em in the stands

Who else you know that put in work like me
I left my blood, sweat, and tears on that fresh

They playing with toys 
We moving with glocks 
(Pause) 
The plug the by the docks 
Clean up with the mop
(Pause)
Fuck with the mob
Put bands on ya top

that's my favorite odds
Y’all better pray to God, that by the grace of God
You don't cross my dark side and have to face the god (N***a hot)
Load cock
Bust

something then i get it
Then i get it

Then i get it

Dripped out, yeah, I'm stylish
Don't want that hoe, she got hella mileage
Making bands while you fry

I punched a wall before 
When I was by myself 
It was til my knuckles bled 
That's how I knew I needed help

And I told God that it was nation gang

looked back since the day that I was baptised
Held down by my chain, but God got me with the Revive
I was so dead living in all the lust
But God through my

blood, that's my thug
He bring it through
Ooh, I'm about to make you niggas feel me
(Kodak) murder charge, fresh to death
I'ma make a killing (The dead

understood..

I’m from a city where we dream lavish surrounded by the savage
Criminals & drug fanatics thugs and crack attics twisted off that blue magic so many

I swear by the sun which shines upon me
By the earth which feeds me
By the blood of my forefathers
By my honour and my life
From this moment until my

alone

But the hour is gone
cnd they know that mama's not coming home

Like a fading sky
The weeks and months bled into years
Like a blood moon rise

mommy by his side shes a real or die
Been there since the start high school sweetheart
They dont ever fuck around they could never fall apart
Fuck that

you really had it the  you would fucking know
The real ones that down boy they know
Boy it cost some pain 
Took some blood to shine
I ain't sleepin now,