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My
My life, really hard times

Lookin out my window, my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like is your profession
And I a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin
So I be oversteppin boundaries bounded to my weapon
they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny, me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate me I'm gon' be the future
And everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic
And tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it
they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to 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 a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my
I've been thinkin and gettin deep and they tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much of the world that I be
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out bleach and
In the spots where they get out to is the spots I visit frequent
to UK and Germany, travellin currently
Made so in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with duffle full of currency
When God hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa

[Hook: X4]
I'm just my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it

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

It a situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of time
But I'm blistery breathing I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's with dramatistic people cryin
And the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the good times, I'm used to the
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 like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for niggas, fuck it, oh well
I wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a
So every I leave out I pray so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we livin in all about
Since we out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funny
I've stabbed in my back so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my before heaven come chill with it

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

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