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the dirt but I'm on my way
Improving by a fraction yuh
Plan on putting on the shirt when I get my pay
And that is not a question yuh
But God is always on my

I miss my dawg more than I miss myself
Lil more beat
Bless
I miss my dawg more than I miss myself
They say I changed but they the ones that's never

already invited over
She still live in the projects that by the over

Pass where she use to skip class
And do the dash
Seen a nigga that she smash
He sick

the grass made me heartless
I took it to trial beat them charges Riding in spaceships wit martians 
These diamonds make me a target The devil made me a offer

no
I live in ma attitude
Local man still a low key bloke
Grown tho I still give ma mama
Her lovely boy
Some days, I dip, the bread into the tea
Other

all here, flip the script
Gone from dark to light
Come walk on faith like it's the sky
Won't believe your eyes
Keep overcoming, see them devils run

her in her face when we live on Jerry Springer
But I'm not that of a guy when it comes down to
Me being the same dude when I'm without you
Damn, it

he thought it was sweet then, now he see I don't pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt

You know the beat-down is
critical, whenever tricks
Played by the devil
make me cynical,
think of the opposites
Tell me...would you rather pack

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

thing that ever made me feel alive
It was there every time, I had no one by my side
See people change
People lie
People like to talk a lot
I heard you

I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death

Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)

Bora
Mosh pit death, another body caught on tour
Consumed by the greed watch
Living things bleed
The Catcher In The Rye the
Literature that we read
When

don't even like the streets
Devin tell me never starve, cause a nigga gotta eat

Ayy, rockin' to the beat, she was naked in my sheets
Her makeup and nails

you throw it's
The work of the devil
The Joker of Letto
But Shuttel my ammo 
And we live and alive what a time to be
You liable to lie at anytime

But I kept her in the bag, like rye trips in Chex Mix
I didn't want it, I left it, but ain't lost it
I live a wealthy life, but you will never see me

life beat me down? The devil fights me, he lives in my same town
Running cross country, everything hunts me
I know that I'm soon to die, I hope that I'll

controlled by the Dеvil
Then I know it hurt i preach the Word
Aftеr that the Devil go beserk
They just do it for the
'cause they ain't talkin'
And I promise

angle 

Shooting from my lane, who got a better aim fool?

I can't let the plan die

I know what I stand by 

The flow is so first class 

The hustle you