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up by his socks

Smokin' gas, I never pop a pill And if I get job, you know I'm goin' for the kill
And I can't hold on, I know for a lil' bitch, I

they ain't even from the raq
You see the O that's for Osama diss the gang you getting smacked
Niggas always want to try it but me and twin we never lack

money
I was born poor with no money
I live life with no money
Yet they think its kinda funny
They don't give a fuck what we do
Its all just a story for

baggage
People don't change and I got to accept it but I'm trying to be the exception
Can we go back to being kids for a second
Running around this town

What is one complexity, i'll do two rhyme schemes
And then throw three fine beats, in the cone, it's ice cream!
It's the mic so i'll just scream for

felt more CRAZY
It's not for them to judge
They are not the boss
Who needs the past
When the present is so good
Yeah
Never Look Back
The first step

logic can't be viewed on a reel
It's flawed and bent, their truth ain't real
The truth hurts like get stung by an eel
Man, I'm ill, I'm sick, nigga, I

I don't give a shit

Why did y'all stop for me?
You saw me laying in the street
So its fuck Jamie

By the way, your Diamond isn't as flawless as you

lungs
But this is what it's like when you've become completely numb
Alive but undead, how is my mind even this active
I can't say for certain what will

mine even if it's lame. I knew I would never feel the same people walking by had me wondering if I'd be on the news with some kind of bullshit fucked up

naked
Know for certain that I'm in my prime and that's where I been staying
I been working, stay talking to God and stay away from Satan
How the fuck you

I'm not in it for the genitals
No more parking at the Chase Bank
That was the old me babe, he's gone
I was running from a beast
And it caught my by

to the islands
With somebody unappreciated, baby mama

Wake up in the morning on the island
Drank in my ties, eatin' omelettes
She don't get the pinky in it by

not up for discussion

Yes I got them Coopa shells, Coopa shells
Yes I got them Coopa shells, Coopa shells
L1FE, L1NE, yes I got them Coopa shells
It

these niggas don't know me
It's M17 we don't shit on the low B
We going up bitch and we doing it slowly
Doing it slowly
He meeting god man we leaving him

Starstruck, you know the type
With faded blue eyes
The kind that's so jaded by
The ones who don't know themselves
Oh well,
Take a trip out and see

Fuck Chanel number 9, I smell like cigarettes and musk
My body's cold to the touch
I know my blood sugars low
But I don't think on it much
Hollywood

listen? Did he fuck
No I can't believe my luck
Could see it in his eyes he wasn't satisfied
Attempts of conversation got no reply
His eyes were glazed, his

That life of a rockstar
Fuck me hard like a porn star
Many atimes
its too funny but I can't laugh
Burning inna my bones
And I can't shout
Man I say

pressuring me
And life keeps going
Yea with or without you
Dont get it fucked up
Im not thinking about you
Highway 95, man i whip that in style
Keem

by her absence
No acting, just action to the sound of raw metal clacking
Hearts get cracked in, souls levitate, brains get snapped in

What happened

why you lying?
The streets soaked up in blood and it's never drying
Ask the whole city why everybody dying
Well everything gotta happen for a reason
Old

Love don't mean a thing
Just tryna get my own plane
Speak hot shit it's flames
That mainstream overplayed
She pulled up i'm glad she came
She made

I don't understand
You said you'd never leave
You told me that you'd be there
But you lying to me
You always on my mind
And when it's late at night
I