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Live from the trap, just drivin' by, you'd probably think it's empty
I just copped a four for four, but hell nah, I ain't eatin' Wendy's
On my
spread over the globe just like Locusts
Suppose it's morose since the Gov they control this
Expose it...nah yall can save yall condolence
Who's out
uhh
I train like I'm not good enough
Imma black man in the suburbs now but If I talk about it, I aint hood enough
Everywhere I go them people look at us
And I double the rack
Slacking that shit
I ain't taking a rest
Play back like an empty disc
With a scratch
Nigga bout to bounce back
Dope kicks
No lace
It's half eleven and your doorbell chimes
Yeah, I know I said I'd start at nine
But I had to grab a bap on the M25
Don't worry, love
Still gonna
and still keep from gettin' wet up
You know, it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Said it ain't no hope for
the fuck we falling off when you was right by my side?
Had to do it on my own ain't have a shoulder to cry
I kept it real with all these bitches they was
Vo Vokuč
(Yeah. Yeah)
It's fine by me if you don't have feelings for me
It's fine by me if you don't want me around you (Ayy)
I ain't gon' cry just
a splash
Slap that wap, get rid of them plats
So tell me, who's bad, who's bad?
Said you're on me, are you fucking mad?
You ain't in the field all you do is
a fuck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Grew up in that fire,
to funeral, I'm 8000 miles away, my nigga
How you console a man who standin' by the grave, my digger?
Just think about the weight his shoulders gotta weigh, my
They think that it's given, respect ain't given
You gotta earn all yo respect
Nigga i done seen shit that i swear it'd make a soldier cry
But i still
yell out "yay"
If he drops tomorrow I yell out "yay"
Who's quiet? That man
Talk so loud sole just quit music
Haha, whoops my bad
Won't hear from him
For
answer your calling
The other calls just seem
Like unknown numbers
Please do not address me
You ain't welcome on this doormat
Man have got real shooters
me at the top and I ain't recruiting new niggas
Cause all you rappers lie
Like Fifty said man, get rich or die trying
So you could get rich but it
This just the intro
Are we live, yeah we live
I made my mama cry man what the fuck is this
Want her to be proud of me only thing on my bucket list
together
Gave her the d**k, and she made me her header
She told me Oke, we belong together
She said she'll kill me I find someone better
But shorty don't
some dark roads
Had bad choices I done chose
I don't care who really knows 4real
So I just took a look around
And I found
That aint nobody perfect
Told
with you would be something to regret
Nothing to be said to doubt this I hope you ain't shook
That same car has been following since man arrived
I know
all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard
didn't understand
Yo we run as one
We felt the heat from the sun
Listening to Big Pun
Lay on the truck
At your dad's
Who said our love
Was a fad
But it
used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said
back, you can't dethrone me
I fuck with my homie, I stay on my line
Ain't beefin' nobody, ain't love in my city
I left my home, to be a man
'Cause
on colored screens
All I hear about is chiefs but they're all long deceased
Man I wish could've seen you play ball on TV
I wish that you'd receive the same
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