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some people last year that tried taking lives
I was reaching out but then I say it's no surprise
Last year sucked we lost so much in such a little time

Still even kill fear no man
Talking nada, nil dawg
Still screaming long live my brother Mikey
In the whip right before I peel off
Said I pull up like

on god he gone get hit
Guess you didn't know that we stay with the poles
They be calling us stripers by the way that we split shit
Yea glock finna split em

on the pavement

Drying out and baking in the sun
Lets have some fun
You've been saving your breathe
And ive been holding my tongue
I want to live Through the night

saw heard this coming
For that I wanna thank you
Looking back no regrets in the rear view
Pass the Colonial, The Old Federal
Let's not pretend it'll...

and leave
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by

waiting
On, on, ooon?
I don't just live with regrets man i room with em'
Ain't bout removin', it's bout what you do with em'
I just use mine to remind what

chupacabras dead
I live in the States, born in Monterey
Got a gringa by my side
She can cook some frijoles
I cross the border and la migra said
'hey, come

Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive 
And I can't just not

colder
Last night felt like October
Fell asleep next to my only
With a blunt still burning slowly

These are times I fucking live for
So high, my

are living in this yard
But the food she's cooking can feed two
Bro's in jail and dad ain't about, no more Cartoon Network, let's get loot
I wasn't

Y'all wanna know why he don't stop
Y'all wanna know why he don't flop
Lemme tell you p-p-people why
Going hard when you coming from the Chi
Going

of me
Nobody had a lesson to teach
So I learned by myself
I don't want no rest
'Til I'm resting in peace

Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Coming soon

Move

Arcade

A/2

1994

Let me relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
You

activated, you can't see me
Whore
Dead rivals on the floor by the Ouija board
Yah, yah, let's talk about it
We talkin' 'bout a psychopath
There ain't no way

And I'm just smoking by the pound
And how I skip the round a bout
And wonder what it's all about
I'm feeling like I'm awful proud
Of the things I shouldn't

the couches that was beds
We ain't have nowhere to live
Put our all in this shit
In return that's what we got
Screaming nigga fuck the Feds
And them niggas

up our lives
Simple pleasures are made special too
When their shared with you

Looking through some old photographs
Faces of friends we'll always

say, that's my life
Couple nas in the team they already live it
Did it done it bought the team now
They wipe their windows with it
And i'm just watching,

on the record by saying that
Was probably the best Breakfast
Bars we've had

Yo what is this Bring the Pain
When I spit it so insane
Gotta bring it back again

As death nears you sink deeper
In his reach as you're caressed
By the grim reaper
As my heat enters your flesh
You begin to meet up
With the same

coming?
I hope you're happy
Now that you're choosing this
You, too
I hope it brings you bliss
I really hope you get it
And you don't live to regret it
I

Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the underground champion
Of the world he goes by the name MGK
And his flow is timeless
Uh, I let it breathe a lil

alumni
Where the cops on me about to come by (what?)
Let 'em know we coming straight out BUCKEYES
(Ohio waddup)
And what they thought they got me all