Yup, yup, that's right
I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things

Hold me down, hold me up
Hold me close 'cause my times is up
Show they true colors, don't know who to trust
Mind workin' like the water when it rush
Growin' from my father, bitter to his touch
Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a must
All this for my momma 'til I'm dust
God gon' deal the karma, lost my trust
Sayin' Every man know many men
Got me in a jam, I be in my feelings
On the other hand, I just need a moment
Offer my condolence, smokin' 'til the mornin'

Brodie on the corner with a piece on his hip
Give a warning 'fore you blow it in the sky
Tiptoein' over mortar and the brick
Bumpin' shoulders with the devil in disguise
Shoulder-level water on the rise
Twist, 40s in the morning in the winter
I heard you got your sauce at the Enterprise
Evidently, it was rented but it's mine
Evidently, it was written like Nas
I was in the kitchen with that nigga Mike
Gotta listen when I tell ya simmer down
Two years I've been missin', livin' life
You was wildin', every day was trash
Crackers pilin' in to rape the land
Early morning, wash my swollen hands
Hit the showers, cleanse my soul and crash
Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up
Know I use too much of everything at hand
Except the difference is now I control it, I be
In the crib and in the moment, stuck sippin' out the flask
Feet up on the dash, I hit the spliff but don't promote it
Under overpass, no cap
Sand fallin' out the hourglass
Grand total, it's a whole lotta raps
Quicksand, scramblin' outta that
Go behind the back, switch hands
The fare's high, niggas know they outta wack
Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime niggas when
Every time Wavy Don tappin' in
Savion Glover caught a couple Ls
Took 'em to the neck, motherfucker

Lotta blood to let, peace to make, fuck a check
Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check
Lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check
Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a-
Nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, maybe

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Пока я собираю бутылки, ты всё ещё спишь (Спишь)
В руках одинокий стриж
Еле дышит
Отдать бы свою жизнь за его смерть
Чтобы он смог улететь с этой паршивой планеты
Где вокруг только пидоры и малолетки
Только грязные шмары и слизни
Я так-то смерти ищу по жизни
Словно пират удачи
Порно-торрент на раздаче
Копаю картошку на даче
Жизнь уровня limited writer
Пешком до Ленты за «Drive'ом»
На мобилу гудкует провайдер, говорит, что не смог
Считаю купюры пальцами ног
С детства за [?]
На пороге она спросила (Каково?)
«Каково быть бывшей гиеной хк?»
Ответил: «Спасибо»
И снёс ебало этой красивой, стал агрессивным
Словно бешеный пёс Динго
В сети сохраняю картинки
(В сети сохраняю картинки)