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No ego trippin', growin' old
All up I'm feelin' cold
'Cause up on my soul seems to be all I feel
my family fall apart was all I never wanted to see

'Cause I got love for one
I'd for my only brother
Even though he might be
At times, I'm do what I got to do

To through every scary moment
Just us closer which kept us down
Remember them
southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round

So out the to wet it
And say they actin' brains,
And steady stackin' and pistol
And is tired, and set it off

I don't be sittin' in a slangin' lil' peewees
Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to up my re-up money"
See, I used to my shoes until I couldn't no more
Now I hit the store, when the get tore

I wear Calhoun 'cause I don't like Calvin
I to my folks
To make you think 'bout my third album
This to be the times
When the and the sky turn purple
So this full circle

wire touch red
Red wire touch
Me and Big Slate got drop wit some gator backs
And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I

He get the rims, I get the and we leave him the tapes
Ya know what I'm
Who gives a about catchin' a charge
It's been a while since I seen my

One for my patnas who got out today
Back on the grind, did that time, got hide-away, okay
(That's right)
I got to say
Two times for the who just got away

It done got so quiet now, I can hear a rat
On cotton, one spoiled the whole
rotten
What it mean you see the sun and the moon shinin'

At the same
This God's way, you dug own grave
The path was laid
But you to go astray

Ay, out the war
up in a cold sweat
Through the ol' skit
from the inside, look a pit

You lie, never nobody
Let's take it to the ol' school, no you
Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish
stare

Can't help the crooked
It came with the
I to steal from my folks
But now I'm

Went through the rat's pockets books, ooh
You somethin' of value
We you, got you
Jumpin', bitch, you gets nothin'

Nobody knows the trouble I seen
My homeboy MD me from the clink
24-7, hell or heaven, it ain't no
Will it be mo' sunshine for the two time
gave him 10, do 3, seven year probation
Lord lead us not, unto no

Yall how it be
You make a move, lay yourself on the street
You'll me
don't care nuttin' 'bout you

In that cold
Can't do nuttin' but what them folk give me
I'm dead
Them folk givin' away
Just to show us the good Lord keep the sunshine

One time for them who got out today
And my on stokes
Raw westward Olympian Way
Uh, huh and I got to say
Two times for the crook who got away

Uh, huh, that
Uh, huh, believe