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My
My life, really feelin times

Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, like hatin is your profession
And I know a Texans that got killed for over-reppin
So I never be oversteppin boundaries to my weapon
When ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny, me to introduce ya
Her sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the future
And legacy's to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm
And success get away from me and I ain't tryna let it
When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way they it
Had to cut some off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my
I've been thinkin and deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out like and
In the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, currently
so much in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that duffle of currency
When God created hustle, at the world and he inserted me... Koopa

[Hook: X4]
I'm livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm it slow

Uh,
tell you my story, I only speak the truth homie

It a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of
But since I'm blistery I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled dramatistic people cryin
And the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
I do is from the heart so it reflect my name
Forgive me for my father, I feel like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for checking niggas, it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the of a gangster
So every time I leave out I so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we in all about money
we runnin out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my back so much I deal it
I'm tryna kick it with my before heaven come chill with it

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[Slim
Last year was a hard one but goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga while I write this song
And the list on, all my niggas is gone
I'm tired of hearin bad news, to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres
Just seen him at my shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl
I heard word she got stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I that you take away the pain
their family and their friends, please help us change
Still my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank
My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my
It's fucked up, all my is dead or in the pen
Seem like soon as life begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, time is dated
You never when showin your love might be related, hah

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