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a record Nah I'm sittin back and takin notes Wont see these hands around no throat I got a plan I got a rope Don't cross that line and I said nope Excuse me
afford it My shit is all imported They hatin on my vision That's there's is all distorted Racin to the money I be feeling like Jeff Gordon These rappers
I could rewind Turn back the hands of time Couldn't live up to they expectations Well at least I tried I done Dreamed plenty times Half of em I
Things you should know... You gotta live by the code Yea I can't say I'm trapped out cuz I juug off my laptop But junkies'll pass by cuz I stay by
to Julia Parker Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands? Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands? Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian I gotta say thank you
Instead of building these lasting fences What's in the heart matters most of all Most of all It's a colorful world, it's a beautiful world that we live in
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherfuckin' dopes) (Smokin' weed) I see you Live your life as a ghetto star (look at these tramp ass
Throw his ass in the trunk Ain't no coming back Hand that boy a lil Tec Ain't no coming back Hit a lil drive by In the cul-de-sac Hit that boy with
Zuckerberg's hands Jeff Bezos owns your soul It's all for nothing It's all for nothing Liking Memes on 9GAG Doing Donuts in your parking garage You are rich, but
These niggas dont live by the code no mo How the fuck you call a nigga yo mans yall hit a lick and you told He tried to help you feed yo fam the heat
Jericho, I'm puttin' these boys in a BREAKDOWN and they watchin' it live Got that Hardy on like I'm Ed, I been goin stupid, step out of the crib tonight I'm
In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand Why explain the game?
my head Give me one good reason not to feel like I am dead It lives inside of me Faltered hesitation by design its part of me Part of me Constant
hardly cope With all these assets You might fuck round, catch a red dot You on the sidelines I ride by rocking all dead stock, yeah I'm killing it like
Yeah, huns want me whole, they tryna cuff me take that as a joke Take that as a joke, I'ma lean till I doze Niggas go screw you then gone by a blow (Yeah)
Killing all these verses, might call my album the eulogy R.I.P. to numerous verses that I done been on Send a beat, I eat it like pussy, yeah, I'ma spit
to confirm the kill Girl don't worry no beans wont spilled Blunt in mouth i'm thermometer ill She in my house take it off by free will Breezo jazzy Jeff i'm
I'm frozen like ice I broke her heart no I'm not nice Im with God till the day imma die When I die live with him in the sky You Trynna touch me
me We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch) I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I) Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand Why explain the game?
I trust) I been fucked by so many damn managers While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras) All this music I done gave
song was brought to you by Jeff Fresh” (chopped and screwed)
George Floyd Say her name Breonna Taylor Hey Hey (Hands up) Ho Ho (Don’t shoot) These racist cops have got to go (Hands up, Don’t shoot) Hey Hey
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