Verse masta ase
I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little Ghetto ammunition in their cellas And no remorse in their the shit starts it don't end Until somebody's gone the wind And I'm to keep a level head so instead Of goin' out to die, I rhymes on my bed And little at the playground Better stay Keep somebody else is buckin' Don't seem to be no from the beef Only nigga round my way without the gold And the chain, with the whole name on my neck Jewelries worse enemy without a tech I'm tryin' to maintain, but it ain't keep lurkin' Through the darkness I see the reaper smirkin' Could it be that smilin' at me Not tryin' to see fatal injury, What must I do to the pain It insane, but I gotta maintain I can feel the pressure on my Feel the But I gotta
Workin' hard may ya maintain Be to maintain Be to maintain Workin' may help ya maintain Be able to, be to Be able to Workin' hard may help ya Be to maintain Be to maintain Workin' may help ya maintain Be to, be able to Be to maintain
two: lord digga
Back in the I use to do a little dirt Now that's comin' around, and man it hurts To see gettin' on But I got to wait cause of the things I done In my life, I it But the man won't let me forget it Everytime I of doin' somethin' right comes a dark tunnel with no signs of a light I got to to keep my head above water Dollars are 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 woulda just up But there's more days to come, I they bring ya good luck So I'm a keep what I'm doin' Sippin' on the brew and catchin' wreck wit my I feel stuck with a lot of and pains And it's stressin' me, but I gotta (maintain, maintain)/ I maintain (maintain, maintain)/ I maintain
Verse
There's too much pressure and on my chest Life's a And I depressed Seems so hard to survive and stay in my ride and I drive, doin' 95 With my blastin' I'm passin' cars in the right lane, change I'm gasin' No, But I'm With my lights on, I got my on the right song And the sweat my five past five-o and now they givin' chase They'll probably want to where the fire's at Or the drug buyers at Fuck, my tire's I guess I'm pullin' over, to take a But it won't be the loss of my from drivin' off course God knows I need to be here to shap me son's So I gotta
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