Yo walk wit me yall walk wit me
its my grind my shine my year homes (2) my year homes
I cant explain the hurt and the pain my work and my gains my loss and my rage that keeps me trapped in a maze shit I cant explain reasons why I over work my brain so my kids could see the day and won't have to work the same a legal slave to my own misunderstanding my heart is damaged I sleep snug next to the canon cuz the streets is watching the dee'z stay plottin to freeze your profits when you sleep they watchin so i'll sleep when im dead and gone my legs are strong so I keep on movin not knowin what the fuck im doin lookin for the sun and the rain got me puzzled and dazed ran thru a sun shower stuck in a maze almost reached the exit another blockade but these streets are hectic and it makes it hard to maintain to see down a long road not knowin when to cross so been here so long its time to let my thoughts go paralyze your mind put you in a choke hold to end ur circulation it wasn't Friday the 13th when I first started fuckin wit Jason
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Heaven or hell not knowin which way im goin
music is my boat I gotta keep on coastin
not tryin to be a fish swimmin sleepin in the ocean
imam do this shit till im a dead man floatin

Life struggles is my blessn so im destin to spit hot shit thru my lips with a venomist twist spit ether on beats to give the tweakers a kick a raw base move silent thru the place get a glance at my face tryin to be known from state to state not over manslaughter or a criminal case I spit lyrics like this cuz I know it takes uh to make music that's great so hot like acid meltin off your face tryin to handle my paper in weights getting money continental you become monumental shit that im sayin is not that simple not tryin to bust cowards like pimples I do dis without the instrumentals cut the beat I gotta eat not tryin to spaz out black out leave em seein his lunch with his back out play boy im tryin to stack out movin cautious but kinda fast now lyrically addicted time to take your relapse prevention its burnin hot in hells kitchin ice on my neck it never melt but always glisten dancing with satan throat parched from the shit that im spittin

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