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Blaze)

Real as they come
Where I'm from, I'm the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig

Foul Cats

Kool G Rap

Roots of Evil

1998

and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up 
 and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up 
 Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up 
 Never again will he

her she can't bear my children
Tip top denim I'm known to be a menace
Fly blue-drop tinted, rolling up my spinach
In my new zone spinning
Elevating

glock got a beam and it’s loaded with hallows
I take ya bitch give her back by tomorrow
She said I’m the dip I’m the cheese to ha nacho
Front of the pack

next to me
Man dad can't you move? a son has to pee
A B C and 1 2 3 ( D E F G)
I'm not Michael Jackson with an H-I or V
What's that mean? I don't even

the top line by line I won't choke 
Yes I walk the walk talk the talk now you gotta cope
45 ACP 223 Glock 19 50 cal on the team 12 gauge whatchu need 
Got

Man This life shit crazy
It’s homicide every other day you just wake up hoping it ain’t yo niggas
Ya know
I bet I hit like pain songs with a soft

Everybody love Raymond 
But everybody hate Chris 
They just hate the young poet 
They don't know nothing bout him 
Stereotypes 
Man I love white

you don’t know man, you better believe it
That’s why I don’t trust no man but Jesus
Hmm yea, your soul is beaming
Decide who you are before its chose by

grinding for jacksons
I need them Benji's and comma's 
Man I put that on my momma 
Niggas hating want drama 
Got some niggas with them llama's 
Strapped up

you see him homie
You know me? You know me?
Everyone believe they know
Tell that bitch to relax
Then she went and relapsed
She got all the blues cuz her

paid
To party, get waved
The gang got talent
Drip by the gallon
I get paid
They get paid
That's a gang check

Gang check
That's a gang check
The fakes,

don't dap hands
Cut 'em off I don't give a second or a last chance
10 toes down I ain't fold through the lows you could tell by my posture (Yeah)
Shit

all these niggas be running 
All y’all niggas know how big J coming

Off of the X man you wouldn’t believe 
I wear my heart on my ma’fuckin sleeve
I

asleep 
Ouuuu ouuuuu 
Passion I turn to some cake 
Ya certified before the blue check 
 Mathematics put the stacks on deck  

I be like Michael Jackson

never land
Smoking yo-mein yeah, I'm blowing, shit, that's from Japan
Think he Michael Jackson caught him lacking did the running man
Smoking moon rock I

they find a bag of bones
Had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the 'low

Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by

energy into nonsense 
And im charged up by now that's Common sense
Anti violence is the attitude and self Driven 
Just a young man with a dream and Im

since diaper rash, if you fuck with his money he might react
Put on some gloves and I'm Micheal Jackson, so is my girl cus I like her bad
Swirvin'

by this kid from LA
I hope all your wildest dreams come true one day
No hating over here, just a hug and a beer
Count those blessings man and don’t

on a chicken commercial
But when it comes to money they living by double standards
You niggas fucking cancers tell me who is your pander
They knew the whole time

tryna bury him!
Inside a casket
Blue face hunnids
These presi's dance like Micheal Jackson
Young nigga flow his ass off but all verses capping
My pockets

screwed
Fuck it I'm going acoustic (Syke)

Blue balls never got 'em ever
Cus god damn a nigga is too clever
I barely beat it no Michael Jackson
I'm

soothed by the grooves of epic etchings
I was a boy in blue and had a steed
And the cavalry
Will carry me
Wherever these inflated shoulders lead
With only