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I'll trade the noise for a of divine
Uh!

This "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we in halls
Underage, smokin' and alcohol
Grandma sweeped out the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the parade
I can take you where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even
Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy
Now she get you for change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't been since out the cervix
I a M can make it perfect
It came through more the one I worship
You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it sold
He got the runny
Summertime, we don't niggas in winter clothes
I the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes
My money
Missin' them days of honey
Dollar in mama's coat
Cartoons and soap
This be the realest shit I
This be that that hunnid spoke
Red and blue head to toe

Who needs a mothafuckin'
You see them mothafuckin'
Met the in disguise
through my mothafuckin' eyes

Look at my eyes, at my block
Look at my shit,
All of lies, true to my life
to my pen so
Take what you want, get you like
Open window
Ain't shit raw
it? That shit raw
Look through my eyes
impaired by the high
No on my mind
dares, that is fine

This shit from the back house
More baggies bagged and that
In granny's plastic suede
Best cat and that mouse
A minor pitchin' in
servin' dope but we cater
Take you back to my
bones on that table
Runnin' for grams, the paramedics at Tam's
Forced to to a man
Before L.A. had Rams
Went to for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal
Lungs black as a crow, got from every hood store
My haters came for the better and came for the loads
Concrete we rose, you wasn't built from this mold
Fucked up the game many flow
I've been a loc since O
I'm ten toes, you role
I do this for lifers way before
Jehri curls, cut and sherm smoke
Got so many bodies the world knows,
Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under
But our were big, homie
The world done flipped on me, my soul then clicked on me

Who a mothafuckin' friend?
You see my rims
Met the devil in
Look my mothafuckin' eyes

Look at my eyes, at my block
Look at my shit,
All of these lies, true to my
to my pen so
Take what you want, get what you
Open window
Ain't that raw
Ain't it? shit raw
through my mothafuckin' eyes
Vision impaired by the
No cares on my
dares, that is fine

My picture was in full
But my had distort
My memory is
But my on point
I be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go
Oh Lord!
You don't know the of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold
No Lord!
I see faces at my
My patience growin'
I had no one to on
That's why chip is so cold
Kinda like the cool king on my bros, bros, bros, bros
Oh Lord!
Guess that's my curtain call, my go
isn't this shit what you wanted to see?
Ain't this shit what you to see?