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Terry street…on the corner, of the avenue.. Bullet holes, through street signs…under cable lines, and a pair of shoes we live a life…that most of yall, be scared to do When the sun go down…you best know that… you don’t walk… through aye yo, we ridin on these MFs fuck it…fuck em.. bend the corner, watch me banging out the window…buckin’ im bangin on these MFs…fingers twisted, hollow tips, up in my clip(s) …and im aiming where those lips is…the devil in my ear, saying…don’t need to listen So im up all night…slanging white, trying to live that savage life No remorse…and I forgot, what im in it for… We outta weed, and outta liquor…nigga, we need some more Streets is looking crazy…got me prayn fo ya I mean, we loss so many soldiers…got me missin my dogs I said im, im tryna stack my paper…to get up outta these streets no matter how far I get…they keep on callin for me Mercy, inshallah…on god, I gotta get it straight Grinding on the interstate…pockets on ‘devastated’ Smoking til im comatose…you could say im vegetated Heavily sedated…but shit, that’s just my medication Grinding got me stressing…got me dealing with these meth cases But grinding got me something…got me building up my net base It “cracked” me into action…while these others, just spectate They talking from the sidelines…but we don’t care, what they say My niggas don’t need…your commentary We need that money…on commissary To keep em callin home…to occupy, they mind and time, in there no stopping here…we keep it pushing…no stopping gear My niggas is all gas…like full tank, all year! Streets is looking crazy…got me prayn fo ya I mean, we loss so many soldiers…got me missin my dogs I said im, im tryna stack my paper…to get up outta these streets not matter how far I get…they keep on callin for me Im steady grinding…im out here, tryin stack for mines And if ya tryin find ya boy…im on the front lines Aye leave a message…cause, you can not…see the experts They think we same cloth…but ima different texture… Im on a different level…a motorcycle rebel Im more like like hard rock…they more like fruity pebbles And I aint listening…to all your gossip, babble… I have em switching they words up…this aint a game scrabble… I rep seattle, cats rattle…when they battle me Like I aint bad enough to….stand my own, and keep it street I’ll treat this like an art class…MF…cut it out These rappers are only rappers…with my name all up in they mouth Mortal kombat, fatality…is how I finish out

I don’t think they want it, (nuh-uh, they don’t want it / don’t want it…) Someone please, show me my opponent…my-my-my opponent x2 Its 10th street….these niggas aint fukin friends to me.. They pretend to beef…but switchin up identities im an entity..steady movin up, like im meant to be bossin ass nigga...mentality make your nightmares...reality (reality) (reality) (reality) its sad to see...whack ass niggas, turn casualties catastrophies diseasterly...steady buildin up my masterpiece ima savage b...my weed, raspy...from last week dont run no weak shit, passed me… we run this shit, like an athlete...triathalon, pass to me… i mean, a relay race...nigga we dont play cheddar chips...like frito lay… move a kilo(k)...then we relocate… my alibi...smoked weed all day ima thug nigga and a drug deala…me and my team, dont fuq wit ya… cause you and yall niggas, aint hustlas… if yall aint up, dont fux wit us… niggas, is hatin’…its obvious attitude…obnoxious I get scratch…mosquito itch Mr. Clean…I am the shit ! I lost my mind…no common sense Not listening...so come, again?? if money talks...im not hearing shit... not facebook, don’t comment in !! Hook Ok now, Round 2…what it do My knuckle game…might knock a tooth I pop the top…like a top of goose Then the goose get loose…and pops the crew same dude…with the same old crew crowd is hype…they sound enthused no introduction, when I come through… they know the name…they know me foo’! POPPIN OFF, THE MOST COMMON PROBLEMS… THESE NIGGAS IS SOFT…LIKE HAAGAN DAAS IS BRUSH IT OFF…LIKE ITS COMMON KNOWLEDGE WE RIDE TO DIE…LIKE KAMIKAZE IM TOO FLY…THEY CAINT FIND ME CAUSE WE AINT…ON THE SAME TIMING My jewelry, on “stay blindin”…my shoes say, “I stay grindin” Fresh new whip in the day time…I cant wait to put the rims on it Sit courtside, wit some Tims…homie… go hard to the paint, I win…homie I only ride, with my kin…homie If you know that, and don’t get in…homie Im ridin by, with dolla signs…my phone keep on, pantomiming My hip got that, paralyzer gloves, I call them sterilizers… we are not some , fair fighters… we dirty south…like Carolina… …you know, my dogs all…carry iron …and we take flight…like airlines clippers on…push hairlines get pushed out…we airtight

TRUE STORY We started at the bottom, in the projects, of the housing.. Where you put in, couple hours…you could work it to a thousand It was late night shifts, that work…til early mornings…r Ran a tight-knit ship…but we couldn’t see the warnings That with money, came greed…everybody change they story Now theres no trust, in each other…whats the definition: loyalty …brothers turn backs, over turnt stacks And I watched brother earn life, trying to earn racks Late night dice game, sold out crack…. We all ate good, from the same plate, fact. Til we wanted bigger portions, and we’d fight each other for it… There was plenty of it, for us…but the greed for more, tore us… Man, it shook me to the core…causing shivers til im sore. But I cant afford, poor…so I had to stay on course… So I switched my grind, sixty times…up and down, like 69 Maximize my profit size, an independent business guy God bless the child, that can hold his own… And to me, god was that father, who was never home… I mean, home life, terrible…school was unbearable… My mama even signed me, to some sessions…with a therapist psychiatrist, done said..i need a father figure… So then, I turned to the streets…and that’s the problem with it… I learned from older dudes, to bust them tools, and play catch… Of course, im talking about guns, drugs…and sex I was left here, with no guidance…im just tryn, to stay alive… Survival of the fittest…im just tryn find a ride… Cause I am outta breath with one more step…im going til there’s nothing left… I hustle hard…like I sell Viagra…at your doorstep Late night, locked out…sleeping on a park bench Out here chasin paper, cause paper, makes the most cents. At home, I used to dream…but my dreams now, far-fetched Im pour my heart out…to something, so heartless… Another little story, bout some kids…from the ghetto Building on they blocks…non stop like legos Police come around, and twist our arm…like pretzels They thinking that, we'll leave…but nigga, we aint letting go The block is all we got…man, this dirty place…we call it home… A couple of the homies…got a couple cases…pending doe… Most of em is locked down…and prolly never coming back… Too many come and go…to track, like an almanac And honest, jack…. It keeps me up, like an insomniac We keep on losing time…its like the clock, keeps counting back… We losing time, losing lives…and get so high…we lose our minds Up all night…selling white…tryna buy a better life But if I don't…they'll kill me slow…bury me so no one knows… Ashes ash…but that's my past…coming back to bite my ass Life's exact…take it, what you want it as… Im standing back…and saving cash…to build up, what I never had

I checked my mail…and man, my rent is overdue… Water, sewer, garbage, & my internet, too? Look, Damn…got my phone cutting off… And then, my momma call me…about giving her a loan? Im like, look…”my credit cards is trippin”… Im trying to make a living, I can give you just a little bit Family problems, make ya feel some type of way… But if you add financial, now that’s a certain type of wage… It takes a certain, type of person…to make a family person, pay …a certain type of drama…sets a certain type of stage And that certain type of anger…makes a certain way to stay And if you’re trying to get around it…it’s certain; in the way Im like… look…I never have it, when I need it That has to be the reason, that I find myself so weeded Im feelin like, I need it…when my woes have me defeated Got me lounging on the ground, stressin, staring at the ceiling I checked my mail…and man, my rent is overdue…I need! X4 Or We just want the money, we don’t need no drama Look, I came in the game…with a route mapped out You could catch me on the corner…all night, camped out.. But this couldn’t last forever…so I had to change routes Switching up my mindstate, everytime im out the house I had to, switch grinds…it took time, but thas fine I made it out…and made my mama proud… Look, I lead em by example, so they grooving to my tempo…its simple We tryin to make it easy, for our kinfolk So everything I do…you know, my moves is all intentional We been through the struggle, tryna loosen up the tension, yo haters, blow the whistle, with their stripes…calling “technical” I just keep cool and maintain my professional… Higher mind-state…may it help me, to the next level Im tryna help us grow…while im rolling up my vegetables Plotting out my moves…around Growth & Development They hatin, IDGAF…you can call me celibate

I like to lick it, when I roll it…know im smoking potent You can smell it in the room, and we aint even smoke yet.. Im on that evergreen, seattle weed…dispensary And ever since it’s legalized…they cranked up, intensity There’s fluffy weed…and theres some with lots of density That’s heavy weed…but im copin’ it, most definitely But every week…I needa switch it up, to keep me keyed Blue berry, black berry, grapefruit…black cherry Blue dream, silver haze, & don’t forget that purple berry Know it, that im smoking…always got it, cause its necessary Find me in the smoking section…rollin’ up another J Tryna cough a lung out…don’t want it, any other way Them others say…smoking weed, ill go, and waste the day But that’s not the case…I blaze the bomb, and then it motivates Roll it up…now throw it up…let it ‘gurgitate …I got that fire, all the time…i just need a flame Who got a light? Who got a light…bay-bay-bay-bay Who got a light?? Blaze up the weed, roll wit me… Im on them rollin papers, used to be on blunt wraps(2) Smoking on that, doja…leave ya high on contact (1) I Pack the bong…compact And kill it…mortal kombat N bammer ass weed…oh no, I cant allow that…(3) Smoking on them, loud packs Hotbox…out back Fresh rolled…take a puff, tell me, hows that?? We connoisseurs, looking for the shit…cow manure How they live off, 2 for 15…I cant be sure… I need a half an ounce…like, every other freakin week I like the big buds…crystallized christmas tree I break it down, roll it up…proceed to take a puff My eyes just lower…with the doja…im not high enough I like to fly high…my nigga, that’s whats uuuuuupp I call my weed man, Hostess…“yeah, that’s the stuff” And everytime I call…I get a lot of love I get the package…even if I aint got enough! ((hook)) You know we got that… You know we got that dro… We all like to smoke… But someone’s got to roll…x2 ((hook))

This ones for the ladies, so baby…go get the baby sitter Don’t call ya friends, cause no…they aint coming wit us uhh…no ma’am…im certain…its curtains… …You and i…insert in…dessert then… …Take shots, til the alcohol work in… admiring from a far…wit some light-weight flirtin’ tryna get away…I can offer, an excursion searching…for any way to get a word, in cheers…take a drink, lemme get to kno ya, first-hand at my first chance…I ask for, the first dance you and I, can two-step…or twerk, ma dance til the lights come on…now that’s a workout mesmerized…got me dizzy…how you twirl round nother shot, nother round…bring the herb out don’t like clubbing alone…so bring ya girls out im here to make true…that, its false, what you heard bout keep drinking, let these lines get blurred out hotbox whip…I think I need to air it out stupid conversations…bout some topics we don’t curr about am I headed home, with you??...im bouta curve out…! ((are you ok, are you ok to drive??)) ((are you ok, o-ok, to drive))x2 O..V..E..R..E..A..Z..I..Eeeee (oh baby babe/spell it like) O..V..E..R..E..A..Z..I..Eeeee (oh baby baby / spell it like) x2 You know what time it is??...dont talk bout how late it gets We party all night…this club, is my favorite Get up and dance, ma…give me a chance, ma Im slightly misbehaved…i gotta keep my hands off… I cant help it…your skin, just so damn soft…. You can tell whats on my mind…you know, what my plans are.. Dancing on the floor, like we tryin to take our pants off Soon as our song come on...get our jam on! Hatin’ on us…but shawty…they know they damn wrong! Hair long…looking like a redbone Everybody tryna get your number…on they damn phones No play…cause I got her, and she hold me…like ransom And These other dudes…baby, don’t chance them… I can offer something…that you prolly cant pass up Its that look, on they face…when they pass us Take my number down, for the next time…he act up ((She saying, she work tomorrow…but she can call in)) Im saying, I like to drink…lets finish all this Shot glasses…marijuana… hot flashes Bar tab is…quickly…established ((are you ok, are you ok to drive??)) ((are you ok, o-ok, to drive))x2 O..V..E..R..E..A..Z..I..Eeeee (oh baby babe/spell it like) O..V..E..R..E..A..Z..I..Eeeee (oh baby baby / spell it like) x2 “shotglasses” to facebook…hashtag it pose in every picture, so twitter…can have a laugh, at it only live once…so we live it to the last, daddy party cats…n yup, we back at it we like to drink…we like to pound shots we like to drink…we like to pound shots…all night!! Alllll night-night-night ((are you ok, are you ok to drive??)) ((are you ok, o-ok, to drive))x2

Hopeless I must be hopeless…im hopin, that youre coming back… Said a lot things…but i don’t think, you meant all that… But still, that’s one the biggest fight…that, we done, ever had And after that, you turned your back…and went to go, and pack you bags Now, im sitting…all alone…up in this cold, apartment… Everything I see, is a memory…of where we started… Your heartless, to pick me…like a weed, inside your garden Then toss it, like, its not of important Im looking lost, without ya babe… Flashing back, to yesterday… Clingin on, in desperate ways But you’re too fast, to move away I had to ask for you to stay… Then you replied…its just a waste Another man…was on your mind... And I could see it…on your face You said that, this was boring… N out here lookin for a change And everytime I called… You would just keep, ignoring me.. Torturing…tormenting How our love was gasoline…you put the torch on it Sorry, you have had it rough but our love wasn’t adding up You know, I gave everything, In me Sorry, you have had it tough but our love just aint building up gave it everything I had, but its not good enough…my bad you must be hopeless, if you hoping…that im coming back you said a lot of things…and I seem to think, that you mean, everything… don’t take it back…this aint no joking, or no boasting you left me sleeping on the ground, but I still kept on hoping… that tomorrow, you would be back…wit arms wide open but see, that never happened…as I find myself in sadness then I heard the stories, bout who you chasin after… then I didn’t, need another reason…to get over you, faster im over it, I swear to god…im movin on ill never give you leverage…cause all you do, is hold me down always judging me, that attitude…is ugly but now you on my phone…talkin bout, you cant get enough of me not having that…im hangin up you claiming, that you changed…for us you beggin me, to take you back…but i am all, out of trust you used up all my sympathy…now the only love I have, is tough theres only time…for me & I no time for you…there aint no time for ”us” Sorry, you have had it rough but our love wasn’t adding up You know, I gave everything, In me Sorry, you have had it tough but our love just aint building up gave it everything I had, but its not good enough…my bad ((Dougie Jay)) Sorry, that you’ve had it rough Sorry, That our love, just wasn’t, adding up You know, I gave it everything, I had… But if its not good enough…my bad

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