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they'd rather get a drag than a job[00:42.24]But change is what we need so society can breathe a breath of fresh air by knowing our kids care about going
gone stop juggin til a young nigga famous
If I ain't got me who got me
33 Years you can call me Scotty
17 Shots lemon squeeze I pop it
Twin got a 30
slow your mind[00:34.48]Can't push to pause, go, stop or rewind[00:37.07]Can't skip the season, take it Day by day[00:39.68]Embrace the healing, learn
the pursuit
Of success
Yes
Cards I was dealt
I made the best
Now everybody jealous
This my life
Shit
They hate on 33 but this is my life
And yo bitch is on my D
she turned into a hoe
Cause of the money I just had to let go
No capping here go stream said so
90 miles with a stop sign
Got saved by my Glock 9
Young
patient
It's so divine, intelligent conversations
Stimulatin' your mind, where's my invitation?
I'd kill for the time to stop the clock
Pull up to your
the niggas by the stop sign
Tryna be the boss and not the niggas by the stop sign
No puffy But I'm still tryna make the bands
Pray to god I'll never have
Blessed unstressed still peeping the scene. A Compton, California West Coast King in this La-La land of scary tales and fiends. Fuckers chatting on us like
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky
Worldwide, nigga it's 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the times
I ain't had this much fun
Could not stay awake
Now I can't sleep
I look at the time
It's 3:33
Is this a message from God?
Am I connected to the Trinity?
But the moment I'm
and let it grow a flower
Peace sign nigga, East side nigga
West side nigga, TECs fly, nigga
LM-double O-2, test drive, nigga
North side, South side
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership
To the drinkin club
Uh
they gon' watch me
Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me?
I was just loadin' up shit on the dolly
I feel like fly, I don't need nobody
A martyr for this matrix?
They gon turn up the AC then
Charge you for the blankets
Lux verse mean, got you stuck standing there
Like you at a stop sign
leave the body bleedin'
People runnin' frantic
'cause the shots are still ringin'
These damn thugs
Just won't stop the gun slingin'
Havin' fun in these
'bout people non-stop talkin' often
Bad News travels fast
And if it's about you you'll probably hear 'bout it last
But when they press up
to the west to the south
[Verse 2 – Khwali Fresh]
I’m the promise to the people
I’m the sign I’m the sequel
I’m the chosen individual
With just prayers no
muh'fucker up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood clot cryin, I was flyin'
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in
Yeah I hear
like
To turn this muh'f***er up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood claat cryin, I was flyin
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
feel like a desperado. I'm going out west like Fibal.
I should be there by tomorrow. I'm on my way to El Paso, hey vato, que paso.
They ain't listening,
Cameras on the drone, on a mission like Halo
Hey, hey, hundred percent, got a mansion by the water
That's the beach house, beware the dog signs
Others
stop what I'm doin' 'less it's urgent (who?)
I got a Lamb' truck, new version (skrrt)
You gotta sign up if you purging (gang)
You a street nigga tryna
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