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u like to be the one that's gotta be the realist the killest the fearest one bt ill take control ul fold don't need a gun this music that I'm putting out Is not for fun it's for my darters my sons and my day ones every body takein shots , like I'm movin rock they just mad cuz I came from the same block when I got locked nobody even sent me Sox that's y I am the way I am unorthodox I wanna see my vision clearer grabed the windex an cleaned my mirror MAN. all the sacrifices, the lies , the fights the crys ,the hard sighns, made me toupf at times and that's real talk cuz u can't Walk my walk couldn't draw a strait line or even scible with chalk I'm insane ,pray in vain , big dill can talk , when I hit them gates , I'll tell him that I made mistakes I wanna be like a God a father a son , Holly spirit , one on one , this ain't for fun I done sined, theni retried , and did it agin lord nos what I struggle with in I wanna the man my kids look up two so when times get hard thell no what to do a best friend till the end yea I'll die for u a mentor at the store for the younger youth bring back pressure , an I don't have to prove that I'm fresher even if I'm not rockn leather I can rock the plether not not give a fuck about the weather u to worried a bout others pleasure now rewind and measure however my rhymes getting better hopin one day I get some treasure just to put up on my dresser prolly keep that shit there forever and ever , don't make me pull the lever and that's for whoever cuz I done been in fights stuffed in the back of cop cars late at night ima real one , come try and take my hype u wouldn't understand the piece I fight
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u like to be the one that's gotta be the realist the killest the fearest one bt ill take control ul fold don't need a gun this music that I'm putting out Is not for fun it's for my darters my sons and my day ones every body takein shots , like I'm movin rock they just mad cuz I came from the same block when I got locked nobody even sent me Sox that's y I am the way I am unorthodox I wanna see my vision clearer grabed the windex an cleaned my mirror MAN. all the sacrifices, the lies , the fights the crys ,the hard sighns, made me toupf at times and that's real talk cuz u can't Walk my walk couldn't draw a strait line or even scible with chalk I'm insane ,pray in vain , big dill can talk , when I hit them gates , I'll tell him that I made mistakes I wanna be like a God a father a son , Holly spirit , one on one , this ain't for fun I done sined, theni retried , and did it agin lord nos what I struggle with in I wanna the man my kids look up two so when times get hard thell no what to do a best friend till the end yea I'll die for u a mentor at the store for the younger youth bring back pressure , an I don't have to prove that I'm fresher even if I'm not rockn leather I can rock the plether not not give a fuck about the weather u to worried a bout others pleasure now rewind and measure however my rhymes getting better hopin one day I get some treasure just to put up on my dresser prolly keep that shit there forever and ever , don't make me pull the lever and that's for whoever cuz I done been in fights stuffed in the back of cop cars late at night ima real one , come try and take my hype u wouldn't understand the piece I fight
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