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The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still

Fuck that (brrt), I'm shootin' first, ain't no way he gon' bust back (brrt)
Walk in the club, got this bitch by my nutsack
You reach for my chain,

of my bitches, can't live without 'em
Drench gang, slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran it up in public housing
Niggas pussy, Ronda

cause many boys walking like bitches
Got so many rappers who want blow only with beefing
In my country I'm the only one they can consider
When they want

I Speak Life

Donnie McClurkin

WOW Gospel 2006

2006

We're livin' in a time
Where everybody is strugglin' for their lives
They're stressed, they're depressed
But with the power invested in me
I came

This is a Vibe
Ima pull up and I flex in a ride
My flow, yea it came from the sky
Same gang and I rep for my guys 
You said that you gang but you

on my work
All this drilling in the studio trying get around my thoughts
I know young nigga's from the block, trying to make their way up
Got my niggas by

Don't Panic

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

and Boobie, we already died twice
God in my heart when I gave back life
I was coolin', I was tryna live a laid back life
Now my kids gotta see me in the pen

Day Ones

Tee Grizzley

My Moment

2017

done seen my niggas drop like flies (rest in peace, my niggas)
So don't be spooked I got this uzi on
In the studio like

Rest in peace my day ones

at your phone
It’s another tragedy black man was killed by police and the judge ain’t even do nun about it
I’m in the studio telling the story my youngin’s

live channel number 2
My momma told me sideways
I would have to get outside find my place
My momma shares my migraines
Look too hard at me might get

live in hold us down and contained
Wit' dead weights on our ankle
Sinking in the ocean
Suffocating on 332,519,000 cubic miles of water
This is the harsh

a week, with my mala beads reciting affirmations like holy rites
And still don't know everything
But I guess confessions from eight by eleven in studio

sellin' like dope, uncut like coke
Nigga fuck a drug, my studio like a crack house
No limit for life, tru niggas stay cut
We be some tank dawgs, and we

trippin', no, I got myself girl, fuckin' with you, I done lost myself
I'm way too high in the studio my lil' cousin in the back, we just ran outta

The runts

unavailable, she was lease me
Hop in the studio, I'm moving beasty
Won't get my unreleased and try to leak me
I get more money than you niggaz easy
I keep

They say our lives are not the same, baby
I chase the money not the fame, baby
I flex, finesse, I do my thang, baby
See all these diamonds in my

copped it instead (let's go)

I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (my nigga)
Shit got me askin' why
I come from the trenches where you

(Granted)
Live live to the fullest only one you're handed

Yo its the Dream's turn to shine (My turn)
I have to thank mama for taking her time (Thank you

the look in my eyes
Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high
I sell coke and sell weed to get by
Round stay fly, B steak fine
All over the scene, and scream

by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean

can't stop me Ima do what I want to
Whippin a fast car
My driver gon speed like a nascar
Eating strawberries up in Dubai
Never slow Ima live my life

that we had when we were children
Lil nigga serving fiends, got the studio in the kitchen

I was just in elementary, my momma start bitchin'
'Cause

Happy Ending

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

Alone in my bed with a gun to my head asking where is my happy ending
Yea

[Chorus]
Tell me who it is
What about me
Where is my happy ending
What