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*liffy
The stress of living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally in the world and it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
While for this pussy ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear them things
Cash bags
With plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and grown a future unknown
My heart was torn from the of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
So it's to pistols and cane
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob life runs my veins
Its too for me to change
These got me deranged
up and paranoid
Ready to add on situations I can and avoid
Plus big voices hot
They constantly on blocks
They trying to me in unconscious
But them pins got
Now got me on the run
Cherishing last breath
But I ain't going
Its freedom or
be my motive for murder

*liffy
Now I know you the of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So i'ma to kill something
Let me count the that I can repent
Trying to stay and focused
But that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

I'ma these streets another day
I the pain in my heart won't go away
These fuckers try to murder me
And won't nobdy my family
Thats what he die

9 times out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better
If it coming up with the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest
Cause in the belly of the best
Is to povertys bottomless pit
Where niggas trick
And thirsty fuckers beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to make some of come up quick
Before it's too to get straight
And the I make is final pick
Anywhere they shit like slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these niggas in
As long as neither thick
Cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
straight lunatic
Making all these niggas hear their final tick
But that mean my minds sick
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
When by the p's
And fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
For sho the poets
Within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed
I'll bet his dumb ass'll blow it
Bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get this first mil in the
And drive a bullet-proof hummer
So the next haters who try to air me out up blank
And i'ma have to your life
a wrath thats stronger than christ
And forces of life thats know to do damage to eyesight
I guess it's
Moneys the route of all
Cause or legal
Its all manipulated by the
And be my motive for

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
How hide love from this mark
This nigga made my die in my arms
Had to put a slug in his
Mother fuck stuff
It was just a on his part
My boy was and ambitious
Took his and wishes
Try to do right but my like blast them bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
come the big pay back
Looking up on the dresser for the black and gray
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I I had to go kill him
Even if a hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die him
Can't control pains
Now it's time to throw them
Visions of the don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance around
By the time the
Taking of his
I it sound cold
But bullet put a hole in my soul
? never shorties stole?
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I he used to wild sometimes
Carry a 9 but you took away sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and coming at bitches with lines
But this ain't going to want mine
For the pain i'ma handle this funk and dismantle this
all that
In all and then pumped
To run up on this
Tip up on him then
to kill armed with a fist full of steel
Eyes with the fury
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one murder into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I stop
In the of the action
Is when that ? got shot
All because of my for murder