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I keep two eyez on the prize
I got more minds on my methods
I stay reminded of crime
So keep a chain on your wallet
I dont keep weed in a jar
cuz it keeps on killing itself
So I keep on shooting at stars
Now It's hard to keep to myself
Psycho ward talking walls
Goeeng bonkers keep it funky
Full fledged Cali-fornicator
Mexi-melt mix procreator
player hater
Middle east to middle west
Out the little earth
mighty red lake river nation
Out the jungles from the shoreline
Came From the hills down to the killing fields
Bear Witness the war time
Crawled into an LA gutter
Lost a mother left a father
So say that I was
raised by the water
Cuz 80's sherm
burned the 90's hotter
Bubble bubble sizzle crackle pop
Re-rock pump up the block
like reeboks at halftime --
chip that bag dead the kids high before they wake up detox'd
That's not a g spot
Real G's keep their knees knocked
72 hour hold
72 hour hold
5150
Homie where the fuck did I go
Hand cuffs with no links
Zip ties in my kicks
Got that look in my face
Like I took the wrong meds
Ugh

50 gee bail
50 gee bail
One hundred and 87
On any cop who wanna put me in jail


Linked like Cubans
Wrapped in crocodile
I ain't from Cuilliacaun
I'll cut a head off in a pool of blood to the god Mictlan
now 15 of them & they closest
die alone no one noticed
they totem pole has a hole at the very lowest
They modus operandis is bogus
My zone is Oderus Urungus
Get the Balzac - Jizmac
Beefcake Nutz Humungous
Mug, we Maximus
Practice raps in plastic wrapped
Packages
Not a sack of crack around us
C-c-c cookin up
Classic tracks
Sell a t shirt get the reverse
Clothes on my back deeeeeg
Feel the ether now the rebirth
Hit a show go reup queeeek
Pity why go whistle
Fuck a city throw the middle
Fuckem all and blaze a missile
Hit em up when they aint lookin
Or hit em when they lookin crooked, shook the crook took his shooter
Killed a pimp freed his hooker
Made the dealer choke his cooker
Sure the priest give up the robe
Give the mayor my regards
I can't get outta this hole hard
So tell em all I keep my fuckin eyes on the prize
got more minds on my methods
stay reminded of crime
So keep a chain on your wallet
dont keep weed in a jar
It keeps on killing itself
I keep on lighting up tar
& thats hard to keep to myself

72 hour hold
72 hour hold
5150
Homie where the fuck did I go
The cuffs with no links
Zip ties in my kicks
With that look in my face
Like I took the wrong meds


50 gee bail
50 gee bail
One hundred and 87
On any cop who wanna
put me in jail


I ain't bluffin I ain't bluffin
I ain't bluffin deeeeeek
I'm barely livin off this rap shit
I ain't bluffin I ain't bluffin
I ain't bluffin deeeeeek
I'm barely livin off this rap shit
I'm barely livin

Who in the middle like the crease on a Niagara sprayed Ben Davis?
I'm '95 but I think '97
Who think their nouve riche YouTube bougerious Thug Mansion Scientology
There ain't Tupac in your Heaven

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from HELLA FRREAL, released October 27, 2014

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