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My
My life, really hard times

out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, like hatin is your profession
And I know a couple Texans got killed for over-reppin
So I never be boundaries bounded to my weapon
they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the
And everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm
And success tryna get away from me and I ain't let it
When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I get it"
And I'm still havin believin it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put in my vault
been thinkin and gettin deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, leachin, I'ma fade 'em out like bleach and
In the spots they can't get out to is the spots I visit frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin
Made so much in that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that full of currency
When God created hustle, at the world and he inserted me... Koopa

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I'm just livin my life, so
In the so I'm takin it slow

Uh,
I'll tell you my story, I only the truth homie

It a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the of time
But since I'm blistery breathing I guess a livin fine
I live a life that's filled with people cryin
And since the hood on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the times, I'm used to the pain
like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the so it reflect my name
Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin
Media criticising me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh
I just wasn't raised a little pussy nigga
I'm tryna on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every I leave out I pray so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad the world we livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it my life before heaven come chill with it

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[Slim
Last year was a hard one but goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga Pimp while I write this
And the list goes on, all my niggas is
I'm tired of bad news, scared to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres
Just seen him at my shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my ShantZ
I just heard word she got stabbed to death
Lord, I pray that you take away the pain
From their family and friends, please help us change
Still warm my niggas dog, stessle and stank
My girl Dee Dee, they got me out my drank
It's fucked up, all my friends is or in the pen
Seem like as your life begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you smile, your time is dated
You never know when showin your love be related, hah

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