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[J.
Yea, is where the
yea, this is the fathers aint living
at not with us
might see em round the city and won't say wassup
when play tough, wont even smile in mirrors
and we learn to f-ck hoes off and error
a small time n-gga, big city hustle
glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy,
these our heroes, strictly for them zero's
for that Robert Deniro, n-ggas on them kilo's
dodgin people,
mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd not tell
shawty crack and her boyfriend too
sometimes he touch her daughter like them do
pull up to the club the boys went too
see yellow tape and the boys in blue
a n-gga on a strecther and though i met ya
Im God Bless ya, they city try and get ya
man, don't let the get ya
f-ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a
if them bullets wet ya bet ya need a tissue
your face on the of our shirts saying we miss ya
(we ya)

with me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

yea, see God
I know you do whats best for me
but is it cool if we my destiny
they always tellin' me it's
than why its feelling a cemetary
my aint got no obituaries
my city hurting and none of us were equiped
you me say I was ballin'
i make tears
I'm to get clear
I'm quit fear
who the scripts here
kids live there whole life just killing time
running the race no finish line
they tryna noose us with ropes
but Im tryna
I think my pride might become my suicide
but I tryna go, no baby
and through these lines and quotes you gotta some hope
cause I dying
my gon' last forever,
you can the treasure
inside you can see a diamond in my mind
Im tired of dope fiends, wiping they nose clean
is my neighbourhood a smoke screen
I Im in the (?) I see lo green
raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(no kings, no kings)

[J. Hook]
Come me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

[J. Verse 3]
It seems like either feel ya or they try and kill ya
I face the sky and hope to God aint acting
you play whatever he deal no matter how peculiar
they tell me that its will, I'm asking God will ya
courtesy of www killerhiphop dot com
iller a n-gga from artist pain, momma cocaine as it rains out
am I to blame, try to stay so I came out-side
where they rock with them out
to clear my mind at the same time they blew that brains out
but will it change, its like n-ggas is free but our minds in the chains
brothers killing eachother, the blood its a shame
will it ever up
alot of n-ggas getting but they never grow up
and do they son's like they fathers did and show up
don't even cry about it, just another episode of
the season n-gga no re-runs
the devil buying n-gga no refunds
man, don't let the get ya
f-ck the know the ropes like a wrestler
if them bullets wet ya bet ya need a tissue
your face on the front of our screaming we miss ya
day, another song, a mother prays
another
but still we play like aint nothing
like nothing wrong
aint nothing wrong
Im not as fast, I'm not as
but I pass
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
n-gga I ball