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50 cash, and I can get a bag off Adams
Hell yeah, it's gas, I ain't get no woods I'll get some after
When shit get bad, I damp the tears with tons of laughter
Hell yeah, I rap, hell no, I'm know your favorite rapper
I'd rather trap, cause favors I don't like to ask for
I went to class with omegas, came back to
Kappas
I'm on they ass for the remainder and the
Life after
I know the whip gon' hurt these niggas, they
Gon' call me master
I know when you find your purpose, people
Call you lame
I know the truth will set you free, still I'ma ball in chains
Everybody clothes minded when it's time to
Change
Nobody wanna be nobody, tryna find some fame
I hate to be the first to tell you I don't like your frame
That's your fault for thinking me and these niggas was the same
Don't compare me to no nigga that's gon' die in vain
I can tell he ain't no killer, he just tryna hang
I can tell he ain't no killer, he just tryna hang
I can tell he ain't no killer, he just tryna sang
I gotta keep the blicky close because I died in dreams
I can't keep under my pillow, I might blow my brains
I can't keep playing with you, need to learn your lane
I can't keep playing with her, I'ma need some brain
I spend some time with her, she gon' steal my slang
I spend too much money, not to wear again
I spent my childhood ducking 12 and bullets
You can't swing round here, you ain't Cuban Gooding
If a nigga gotta say you on, I knew you wouldn't
If I go against the grain, it's because it's wooden
Jonathan Smith
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