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Outran fears - but they waiting in my coffin
I can't slow down cuz I hear the demons talking
And they keep on knocking

These people wasn't working for me

All

There she go twirlin around on the pole

Slow down hoe, hoe

I gotta pay her for it

Come here honey

Come get this money you deserve it

Here's

I Ride

4th25

Live from Iraq

2005

Chorus

I ride for these niggaz
I die for these niggaz
6,000 miles away
I'm takin fire with these niggaz so
Y'all wanna fuck around
We can

to stress, look
I think for myself, drink by myself, fuck it
I always keep it one hundred and stay productive
And niggaz used to tell me I should dumb my shit

Concrete Jungle

Snoop Dogg

Trapped In Crime

2000

all a fable
So many niggas'll sell their soul for a gold cable
I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes
Spit at you about these issues, I bless

many watching
Niggaz counting my pockets
Bitches looking for options 
That the shit on the surface 
Internally I been nauseous 
Hiding away these demons

3 Kings

Slim Thug

Hidden Gems

2005

When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I

they rope in
How many times them niggas gon' die while they partin
How many times fuck nigga, gon' get shot in

When niggas so cold, like that's where

That's why
When I'm in my element
You cant fuck with me
Prideful
May it be my down fall
Told my baby stay strong
I know what I stand for
Legs like Saquon

the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learin' how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block

What did I just spy with my lil eye
I caught a fuck nigga tryna pray for my demise
Slow it down lil baby we gon catch 'em by suprise
How I'm feel

pensions
I don't need no Benz
3 stacks told me
That shit come with fake friends
First off
Shout out to my Ex's
Not being impressed by flexing
So I had

That would slow me down so then why  would I lag
I got a job and I'm never gon slack, like what the heck
That would be whack
I'm thankful for people who

write songs yet
Yeah
Gimme a break
Only You know how my wild dreams keep me awake
I don learn my lesson Jah, I won't do it again
I don pen my lyrics down

got three hoes who might die they hear this shit
I ain't tripping, I got three hoes who would die for this shit
Aye talk to 'em Sosa
It ain't shit

& move
I let her sail like by boo don't cry foo plenty to sale ya pie to

So now you mr pie dude you even got you a tie to
Starter kit for them beginners

might get stuck
Shawty wanna say he love me hold up is he drunk
Got way too many options call it brady bunch
Good things come to an end baby I had fun

Called up The Wretched and I asked him if he's down to be an arsonist with me
I know that he's a monster and he's part of the big leagues
Told him I ain't

to the core
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Mmhmm
And it ain't nothin new
On the Grind for the loot
Lil nigga tried to hit me and I stick and Move Move Move
You know how we

holds a bible still gotta lie
Tell me why would we die if there ain't a bigger purpose?
I'm real deep but I ain't even scratched the surface
Why the world

what even is copy right
You all copy right
You lil rappers just hurt my ears, the only difference between me and you is that I've been writing for years

What Cha Like

Mac Dre

The Musical Life of Mac Dre, Vol. 3: The Young Black Brotha Years 1996-1998

And make them motherfuckers say "Damn, he like that"
Get them with the tongue that will run for many miles
Gettin' niggaz sprung cause I come with many

and I'm crossing em over
How, how, how many shots till ya head off ya shoulders
Royal beats gave me this shit, now it's over
This is the sound of a Yoda

a general
Follow the leader

Niggaz act like they happy
For you but they not
Now that I'm heading to the top
They think I gotta move like
So and so and so