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when my blood runs thin
Look what it did to you
I just keep my head up
I'm fed up with all this ridicule, yeah

and sign checks
I swear to god am surrounded by people that are blessed
Who use to have the same issues me but we never confessed
Look, the high school days

taxes
So don't be mad when they come to you and they be asking
Who's that guy oh that's right
TCV on supply
Making bread like it's rye
In her head like

feeling the breeze
I'm dotting my i's and I'm crossing my t's
Blood rushing through your body from you head to your feet
I just got put on trial because I

Yeah
It was December back in 2018
Holy Spirit, you flow through me, you're my friend
It was December back in 2018
I was working on the album steady

anymore
I swear when this album drop they gon' hate me some more
You gonna see red everywhere
Like a steak when it's raw
Fuck around and call me M.A

songs
You said name them
Gun to the back of my head
Can't Love
Honestly I'm just being tired of being called a hoe
Can't be a hoe if I don't, if I don't

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

Cause I could taste blood in my mouth, I wanted to kill some motherfuckers
Got broken up by the bouncers, got banned from that joint

My girl was mad

anyway God, nigga, I'm goin' up anyway
I'm God, I kill that pussy by the day

I'm about to take you down
Blood, I'm at your neck

the first radio head album
So chew on that)

Damn
Since the days they was hand-piking slaves
Man smitten with an
Antenna transmittin' waves
Now to the canned

Mention one of my niggas again
And you'll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga
Dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to
Bring them things back

discover the pleasure the pain
Whether you survive is the name of the game
Put em on a stretcher blood pressure to the brain
Its an ethical medical let-it-go

Alphabetical Slaughter

DJ Kayslay

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name

chop chop
What they telling me to do when they unboxed out
And get them shot shot shots for them rattas
Rainbow bloods aint thugs they some hossa’s

chidori
I
love my business
My
Life like Christmas
I
Shoot by songs
So
Throw out pistols
My main enemy is in my head
Your Rolex is shit, cause you already

It's me and my book of rhymes 
One page at a time 
I flesh out everything on my mind 
Pen all my verses in blood 
Broke many bones so my hooks could

on my head won't fade for a little bit
You get a couple' dollars motherfukers think you full of it
But I ain't full of shit man I'm full of ambition
You

good in that?
It's said an album is rated based upon its worst song
Y'all had me scratching my head
They're equally base
Put a macron upon your O
It goes

actin hella naughty
“Hamza would you diss t n p”, yeah prolly
“Hamza would you wanna be like me”, not likely
But change the topic
I drop a classic album

his reasons
And I know my time gon come
I done went by a hundred seasons
Niggas filled with hate and I can't relate
Not sorry I've been dreaming
But I'm

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

again I'm goddamn crazy, all these boys yell blood gang, yeah, they brazy
In the clouds off what I call this stupid weed
But stay high 'cause these

em', but there's a price on our heads
We wanna double the figures
Greatest alive? Yeah I figured
Bitches we coming, no fingers
Next album gonna be bigger