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them grown men they brought him a shag,they took him out at the loo stabbed his neck from the back whilst he was running he fell them men jumped on his
now, is you coming with me?
When I'm broke, who the hell got money for me?
Can't even trust half the team running with me
I only know three people that'd
disburse
I know I'm about to be at my worst
Doing my best to put this in a verse
Hit the ground running
Now I'm gunning
(Now im gunning)
Better watch out
Mezcal and Kyle g
Two out of three and we do what it be and we holding it down for the SLD - fuck
I fucked up the name of the city we're from. Kyle let me
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
the sun
The rusty shutters rolled down during the three-course lunch break
The fumes of ragù rising up to the sky
'Cause the gods asked for a taste
Those
still rapping
Found a dragon
I ain't going slay it tho
Called these to girls up
Now we finna do a 3 today
Hah perfect
Running through the streets
on the track
Carbon black hint of blue do you feel me
My beamer on the five running laps
M badge in the back looking real mean
Manifest the dream
Invest
and day
Seeds get to planting, and murder was planed, and
I stand by your door till the moment that you awake
Scavenger eyes, full of surprise
Felt my heart
ta ta
If you down then gotta motivate you, go hard
All this money comin' in today
Ain't shit have to worry 'bout tomorrow
If you out in the streets
we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
Uh, uh, uh
I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
to wait form six till noon
By the time the doctor cam out the child died in the waiting room
Doctor, Doctor open up your door
Is my money or my life worth
Killing time burning out
You Held me down
You’re sleeping tight with no way out
I'm open
You’re far away not turning back
I need you now
Running around
down and waited til he came over to talk.
Later on that night she was walking out the door.
Benny starting up his bike the boys came out for more.
dragging on your forehead
I stay quiet till the day you hear me rapping
On the day you hear me rapping i'll be counting up a fortune
I stand idle by, time
silence the tone yea
What I gotta do to show and prove I was made for you
Spending money at the games for you
Out of city visit spend a couple extra days
Dawn, yeah
Drop head Rolls, suicide doors (yeah)
Swap hoes, swap clothes (swap out)
Big body, five doors
This a Maybach, yeah, got it two tone (two
and I know summit
Take this fade bitch ain't no running what my daddy said
Turned down a fade on Washington and he was in my head
Ain't fuck shit y'all
Sweet thang I remember when I met you
These days I treat hoes more disrespectful
She keep ringing down my line
I think the hoe crazy she was going
satin shoes
My first pair of heels, the first of three
Mum said
Heels for occasions- today is an occasion
Actually, today is the biggest day of my life
Yo, a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this
craft a bit the emphasis is pithy
Clearly it's an issue of mental ability
Not quite sure how to fix before they bury me
Running out of options apart from
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