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Mac

Yeah I got these motherfucking warlocks in biatch
So you know all about that world war 3 nigga
You me nigga haha
My sam
My nigga
Shout out to my bi-geezy you off in this bitch
it

(popeye)

My future, my focus,
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip my hip to survive
I keep the motherfuckers alive

My future, my focus,
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder
And if I got to be real and a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the motherfuckers alive

1 (sam) :

Intentions to leave a coarse, is extinct
murder and lust the course we own is mislink
The pack we want it lead to unknowns
Like understanding life and why we here and gone
I'm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my
and wish we hiding side of the hallways
The narrow road has the battle hole of hollows I spit
To keep the real alive to tommorow
Murderer slash real nigga slash ghetto
To often life and death we hope to never see
The of what's real is my fate to not hate
Confusion unfolding that the migrates, my lord
Tech to my face, is forbiddin
Murder in self-defense, can you me for living?
Keep the real alive, the get famous with death
the real seen, bitch niggas are laid to rest

(popeye)
My future, my focus,
Criminal slash pistol popper the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers

My future, my focus,
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder
And if I got to be and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers

2: (popeye) :

Faster between the streets I on
Promoted through pistols and either
Silent and helped to hold on for that said a self-prayer
To walk away beside the lord, siners so we divide the sword
Behind the tents I mean be cars
Standing off the roof of a killer, to made life
Focused than any living that carry shade ice
That live amongst the fallen few, to away the day they calling you
And freeze the heat they come crawling through
Breathing from the top of it's lungs, tommorow it will down
Niggas that held a piece of my heart they never let
Was yet to before the lord,
I thought my supposed to show the card,
These niggas camaflouge to the gaurd
Making me a part of the wind, will now hell
Everything operated in to end when I fail
Beside the of badder shit, I run the streets and chose to stan and spit
the gate the hater grabbin' pit

(popeye)

My future, my focus,
Criminal slash pistol toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real alive

My future, my focus,
Criminal slash pistol popper the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip my hip to survive
I keep the motherfuckers alive

3 (mac) :
Now it
Now spill on my proverbs, I bless you, you the next niggas
Its for the best believe me
They say money is the root of all
I say only when it's in the of the wrong people ya feel that
If murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the
You lose cool then you lose your shoes
To every nigga in the struggle with big
We was with the hustle in my genes, I know it seams like we forbiddin
in ghetto living, poverty strickin eating popeye chicken and biscuits
With jelly for my lil belly,
That I just can't cause moma belly make the bills
And I know shit's real, when we go to school just to eat
And for dinner we got sleep nigga, it's nigga
With that you got whole world against ya
Bitch ass have you forgoten God sent ya