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I'm not in Kansas anymore, and my mission is to get it
Move my family out the Bronx, so don't ask me what I'm on
I done seen fake love rip families

as headlights shine on my face
I don't know where to go and I feel so out of place
The colors are familiar and all I see is haze
All I see is haze, all I see is

I'm fuckin' Jill, sorry Jack
Black cat in my path, math class I'ma pass out
Fuck that, trapping out my dad house
I'm in East San Jose, but I come from

and fall
Until my knees get weak
I done barely hit the peak
So tell them niggas FUCK SLEEP
Man it's looking like Project X in here
Don't fear its just

I started younger than most, got turned out sellin' dope
Skippin' school to fuck bitches, carryin' guns in my coat
With dreams to sit on meal

speeding up my projects
Really felt my death was near nigga
Like what the fuck nigga?
Most of my life I've been a lonely nigga and this life really chose

good but I'm pissing whiskey
Down on my luck I need something to lift me
Snap, Crackle, Pop; this shit is crispy
I've been out of my skin and I miss me

disarray
Echos ringing in my brain
Same thang, every 3 am
Cold game, can’t sleep
Fuck it, let’s paint this pain away
Bob Ross how I turn my L’s
Into some

Woke up to the ring of my phone
It's life asking yo, what hell is goin on
It's time to get going, the suns out glowing
Showing, trees are blowing

Watch the Police

C-Murder, Trick Daddy

Training Day

2001

the police when I'm rolling through the projects 
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect 
Who be the boys in blue, the authority 
To arrest me cause I

to barking
Started out for fun but this music shit I'm all in
I be in the stu trynna get shit popping
I ain't quit my day job
Feed me so I stay alive
Me

the devil
Where the addy
Pop out on the scene
With a
Tech
No foul play
Just protecting all my kin
Fuck a vest
I'm just trying to do the race
Rolled a blunt

to fuck him up
When I confronted this nigga, he got highly upset,
Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest,
So I slammed his ass,

Livin in the Project

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

Muthafuckas get killed in this game I play

I put these hands on a nigga 'cuz he talk too much
He told my business to a bitch, I had to fuck him up
When I

Short Texas

UGK

Too Hard to Swallow

1992

Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch
Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Callin my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas

I don't give a fuck who you

that I'm needy smiling with money ironic I'm cheesy
I'm blessed
It's hard to move out the city (Why)
My family need me aye
Fuck up them commas
You fuckin

with the bitchin
Can’t stand the heat get the fuck up out the kitchen


We gone double up
We gone run it up
Beamer two doors, Grippy in the cut

Benzie

the dough you make/if I was you dog I really wouldn’t show my face/lucky for you that we living in them Covid days/and me well yo I grew up in the golden

Love has many signs
And many faces
Sugar
And anyone who hurt can see the traces
Of love
My girl
My girl
Mobbing we coming to life
Turning it up in

shit fat look like a bundle of sage
I don't like your energy so get the fuck out my way
I pour the liquor in the glass and let it take me away
Codeine

those? Lemme try em on!"
Rob you blind like ya eyes closed
Nine other foes on the corner I suppose
Personal space burst his face by his nose
I need to find

the way of my art, like fuck the fame,
And fuck the pain, it really hurts when you manifest, this is not a test, it's a complex

Wanna Be a Baller

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget

Remember

Nature

For All Seasons [Clean]

2000

of the latest Rap Pages
Turn the Projects to black Vegas
Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers
It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just