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want to see a version of you that you can't be
I don't want to see you making promises to stand by
Nothing that you're promising, I know you can't stand

to run to when my whip was up for repossession
Estranged by many, but never a stranger to pressure
Amanda the closest thing I know to an angel investor
No

Transfixed by your voice
In an illuminating encounter
Pages softly turning
As I stand before you encaptured
He captivates me with these stunning

Digging into my mind til I end up with diamonds
Heat checks 2013 LeBron tip
When I get in a zone lyrically I'm arthritis
That's bad to the bone

Cause yo

Nunca

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by

I got this money on my mind, consciousness breaking the vault
Haters critique my lines per bar their claustrophobia outta control
Self expression

You see the words I scribble
Dribble up off of my temple
Sizzle the beef on the griddle
Riddle me this, riddle me that
I'm with the illest killers in

Wu
Tang killer with the CREAM
Kill a beat, kill a fleet
Killer with the free
This is how we do it yes it's L-O-G-IC
I'm out in LA
This is how we do it

pitiful, wack people
like MacDonald should know that my lyrical mac lethal
I'm the imperial nigga, you'll get the hint, though
I'm a serial killer that's in

you're born just play this song for my son
Or maybe my daughters
Cuz I've been waiting on karma 
I Know Killers get killed 
And ain't nobody immortal
I was

Place solace version of dices
Many faces fetching my vices,
Sorry I can't mind my business enough I know the streets like this
Held fear held beer

that's the rumor
Wire hacked while i'm tootin on my tuba
Just to sound an alarm killer T to the tumor
Whoa settle down bud eat your arugula
Avocado toast

co-exist
Yeah, the main struggle was me, and it still is me, yeah
My mind's a jungle, the struggle's me
This might feel like a clever reference
But to my

This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,

that pistol by my side
That bitch bring me peace of mind
Know how to read between the lines
And I don't know why you even try
Mama tried to tell me that

first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my

Wallace just sent me to commandeer this
Washed up version that they're calling new hip hop
Ain't gon be no love and hip hop when my shit drops
Shonda Rimes

And not that I think it's a terrible album
Some of my favorite songs are on this album
The issue with this album is
As many people in the past have

to read your lips
The more the mask you're wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease

out "Jesus Christ", she can bite the towel
She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker's Isle
My mind deep as minin' for diamonds, I raise

I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be

the killers dwell
Now I hope my album sell

To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
To a place where we

money more problems
New clothes throwing fits
Old loads new grips
More ones new strippers
Same drugs same dealers
Same pimps same killers
Same drinks my

your mind 
It's getting hot out here 
As the days going by
Thinking why I'm here 
Time flying gotta face my fears
Bands up milli up by the end