Verse masta ase
I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little Ghetto With ammunition in their And no remorse in hearts the shit starts it don't end Until somebody's with the wind And I'm tryin' to keep a level so instead Of goin' out to die, I rhymes on my bed And little kids at the Better down Keep Cause else is buckin' Don't seem to be no from the beef Only nigga my way without the gold teeth And the gold chain, the whole name on my neck Jewelries worse enemy without a tech I'm to maintain, but it ain't workin' keep lurkin' Through the darkness I see the grim reaper Could it be that smilin' at me Not tryin' to see injury, injury What must I do to avoid the It seems insane, but I gotta I can the pressure on my brain Feel the But I gotta
Workin' hard may ya maintain Be to maintain Be able to Workin' hard may help ya Be to, be able to Be to maintain Workin' hard may ya maintain Be able to Be to maintain Workin' hard may help ya Be able to, be to Be able to
two: lord digga
Back in the I use to do a little dirt Now that's back around, and man it hurts To see gettin' on But I got to cause of the things I done wrong In my life, I it But the man upstairs let me forget it Everytime I think of doin' somethin' Here a dark tunnel with no signs of a light I got to fight to keep my head above are real tight, I be askin' bums for quarters I had enough of the quick So I got to find a way to the shit last In the past I just gave up But there's more to come, I know they bring ya good luck So I'm a keep what I'm doin' Sippin' on the brew and wreck wit my crewin' I feel with a lot of aches and pains And it's me, but I gotta maintain (maintain, maintain)/ I gotta (maintain, maintain)/ I maintain
Verse
There's too much pressure and stress on my a mess And I feel Seems so hard to and stay alive in my ride and I drive, doin' 95 With my blastin' I'm passin' cars in the lane, light change I'm gasin' No, But I'm With my lights on, I got my on Play the song And the sweat my five Drive five-o and now they givin' chase probably want to know where the fire's at Or where the buyers at Fuck, my flat I guess I'm pullin' over, to take a But it won't be the of my life from drivin' off course God knows I need to be here to me son's brain So I gotta
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