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can see me smile with the lights out

I’m from the sticks by a river getting baptized
Where the police party with the bad guys
Shooting shots outside

on a pole, the 

rhetoric is old, and I ain’t even trying, I been shift my focus, most these 

cats be lying. Alone I been vibing, working something heavy, I’m

Worthless spoils of a senseless game
How do I wrap my mind around
Something so mindlessly profound
Don't bury me in this tainted ground
Burn my bones into

When it's another rainy day in Boston

Surrounded by gray giants
On this rain-streaked street
Humanity melts away
Against the harsh concrete
There's

neck I had fucked him up
I slide right by my opp they see this mini drac in blu ray
Young street nigga I'm still in the trenches playing with sugar like

running free in the streets to locked up in jail
Man learns to adapt explores forms of expression
Forget what you heard in your mind's the biggest lesson

the backdrop
Tears in the streets now, fear in the hood
Would you really make a difference
If you really could?
I don't think you could
And I don't think you

Yo Wanna break free wanna let go
I wanna get my people out the streets of the ghetto
Working everyday it's a hellhole
Wanting something different but

Tell me why all my brothers become victims to the system
They just feen to snatch us up just to throw us in a prison 
You know money was our mission

laps
All my homies started with zero cash
We work for real
Increase our value by so much, we hurt the deal
Come and hit me when you got a better offer
I

your kids but you in booth
By any means I'm ah chase my dreams
Speak it to existence yeah a billion streams
Show after show watch me do my thing
I been

off twitter and send her to the block list 
Said she love me even though I'm toxic
I said whatever on some nonchalant shit 
Unresponsive keep something

compare me to nobody, Gucci Mane I'm not a clone
If you ain't chasing that bag then it's something wrong

She's black but act like a yellow bone
She's short

me down
Philly streets with the Nikes on, Gotta cope ima write a song
Forget the phone that im writing on
No drama that's what I been on
I done got my

Real shii we did done it
In the streets always flipping something
Always make sure we counting
I'm in love with the money bbe
I'm in love with em bands

Back in the time when they called a bar a saloon
I wouldn't have lasted a day
Standing in dirt street hand shaking at high noon
All cause

U would of thought I'm Little Boosie the way I just Zoom

Right by the competition reflecting me like the Moon

Yea y'all know what time it is man
King C.P, featuring LG3
Produced by that nigga Wavy Fuego
Let's get it
You would think I move in slow motion, I do

To be finally free
I don't pledge allegiance to a man
A flag a name or a plan
But to the ground on which we stand
When they murder me in the street

passing by
Only to leave
Lonely lovin on my sheets

What did I do, to piss you off
God give a damn, here I am, absolve me
What did I do, what can I do ,

Okay, fine, I'll play along
So tell me something, what's your bliss?
How do you get to sleep at night,
How do you quell the crisis?

Parties? What are

running, something struck me feet
And, you know
I stubbed my toe on a rock
It started bleeding down in my sock
So I went back home with the stubbed-toed

the blanks for me

Trying to read between the lines
From the zodiacs down to the street signs
I’m being played by a riddle
Just not sure it has an answer
But I

all this designer that’s unreleased
I got virtual bank account with the streets
Straight to the punch like a welter weight 
Straight to the punch like