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can’t stand it, 
Running this shit, mf i ain’t plan it,
Speak real shit, that’s why they’ll ban it, 
Just getting started, don’t make me cold-hearted,

Turning nothing into something 
We be moving all these mountains
Dont give a f*ck about assumptions 
We moving
With my team we be cruising
Ballin like im

Welcome to the Ghetto

Spice 1

Against Everything

2008

Welcome to the ghetto

Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets

Counting on me I don’t give a fuck I’m still giving up
Stick hit and make my brain fumble bitch don’t pick it up
Next time I hit the highway it’s to get hit

reluctant
How to resist hard to resist
Just press print
This copy of me is very good / near mint
Give me the flashlight and tree pages
Like I'm a kid

talk they don’t know my life
Why I sit here like a lame and take all they advice 
See the day that Lenah died man I had to fight 
I was puttin' on weight

bad bad bad



I swear them man keep on chatting bad 
Less you  tripping you tripping I don't give a F**k
Let your girl know when when I'm driving by

sends me
What you tryna do are you tryna temp me?
I don't give an F baby this ain't Fendi
We loving the aesthetics
She's all real no synthetics
Run it up

Wilding, Fly Her Out To An Island 

Told Me She Got My Back Like She Behind Me 

I Was At Rock Bottom Like He Hit Me With A Finisher 

I Don’t Give An F

therapy isn’t cheap
They just give you adder-all
Hoping that you will sleep but you won’t-
The demons keep me up at night-
I don't wanna talk about it, Nah

that one
I don't want to choose
Its me and mine, I don't give a skunt what you do
You see a real bitch, pay attention
Them hoes got the same intentions
I

real
Don't nobody really know the cost for real
Ain't nobody really every boss with the kid
Everybody wanna be a boss with the kid
But ain't nobody ever

(I was riding with Tosin)
(I told him I ain't just here to tell my story)
(I'm here to tell all our stories)

(Let's go) 

Caught a felony at 18

head and words fly out like blood from a cut vein
F*ck fame, I'm just needing some head still
Unique and my tech's ill, been keeping it dead real
All I

You just mow the lawn
Remove all the fakes
And now the hate is gone
Reveal the real
Stamp 'em with your seal
Read every fucking word
Before you sign

remember the goal, don't lose focus
Tryna be the richest in the room , used to be the brokest
Porsches Audis AMGs, when I ride the status quota
Garage look

them all you saw was rise
Just tell them all you saw was rise

Don't need a suit or no tie
All I do is get the loot and rewind

Cause everywhere I go,

Pankhurst)

Vocals recorded by Simon Cohen at Future Shade Studio

Splits
T. Levinson 50%
R. Tamplenizza 30%
P. Norman
F. Stuart
R. Hilder
A. Gauchan

house, give her hay and all the fixens. 
Call the dogs back, washing eggs in the kitchen.
cfter all that, gotta go and make a livin. 
Imma husband

of the club
Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud 
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them

Never be afraid to grow just a little
Never be afraid to hurt and let it show a little
When you allow someone else to help
You give them the chance

sheet music, published by F.A. Mills (NY) in 1904.

Verse 1
Did you ever sit and ponder,
Sit and wonder, sit and think,
Why we're here and what this life

toxic
FaceTimes a narcotic
Better take time when you got it
I got bayside in my pocket
Cuz’ I was saved by the bell eight times
I’m a cool cat just stop

aside
Started off with shit no one give a f*ck better get in line
Go tell your issues and your problems to someone who care
Put it on yourself to go learn