Lyrics:
put on that tight grip now she looser than a freak
She became a hard head she was learnin from the meat
I became a lost soul she was takin it from me
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
woulda prolly been dead
Takin' meds to clear my head yeah it showed me other options
Surrounded by fake friends
Lot of niggas envying
It's a lot of shit we
it)
Verse 1 (Dark Lo)
Y'all got a head start, now i'm back i got ahead and park
I never sleep like Im scared of dark (Working)
This is street art ,Op
words arrested like you're broken 'bout them singin' in the street
I've seen it
Take a minute and break a minute too
It's just a reckless little
on my ass I had to get up and get it for real
I walked through the dangerous jungle by myself Came out a Navy SEAL
(It help me thrive), keep me resilient
is 4 quarter
Fuck around, she slips on my waterrrrrr
(ummm)
She a freak,
Geekin me,
On em bed,
I'll eat it to sleep
From the street,
Thats where I
it so your life can be peaceful
Yeah
I see cocky townies on chocolate brownies
Flogging ounces by the boarded up shops and houses
Cotton foundries
dream a nigga tryna murder me
Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
'Cause I decked a nigga and took his work, man, I made it work for me
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
Want the peace, but don't wanna die
It's a one way street though
It's a round trip when we fly
Never one way, one way
New crib by the seaside
love it, I can't help it
Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
drilling in it
Empty out filling in it 
What’s the key willing in it
Got no doubt I’m still with me
Time is out for me
Reaper out there on the streets
they look like twins
When you really gettin money it looks just like this
Walk in the club and I pop me a thizz
Real street knowledge Nigga this a pop
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go
What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny
I grinded accessibly, put rocks
almost 3)
Her baby daddy got popped by a fiend
(Popped by a fiend)
Now she back in these streets, Hangin out til 3
And my homie got that bottle so, thats
sniffin' the blow
And it makes me feel better, the world fuckin' crazy
You can call me a lot, but you can't call me lazy
Ya'll skatin by but chya best be
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
summer
Pullin' up by myself, but in a Hummer
First to do it in black like Obama
Remember thuggin' it in a Honda
Now my thugs and them at the Bahamas
Quit
light and blessings upon you
Woo
If it come down to it, is you still gon' be here
Baby, lemme whisper some in your ear
Keep that fye by my side
Can't let
and Eve, tryna get it from the trees, infatuated by the leaves
N****s claimin they the realest to breathe, I can smell the bull shit in the breeze
The same
get tossed up by strangers
Yo it's the wild life
Where peeps takin' life for keeps
Yo it's the wild life
We all brawlin', fight to eat
.JPG/300px-Varius_Manx_(2012).JPG "Varius Manx")
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