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Cool, calm, collected My perspective Is to analyze every situation the family die Put my mind in isolation I be facing nightmares Fraid cause the dead Yo they sayin that I'm right there Tried to wake but I can't see where I'm at Finally wake then I'm relaxing on a dime sack The crimes that I did way back In my mind is played back Over and over That's the reason that I'm never sober Twenty two the skinny, broke mummy man It's all good now a days I got money plans The time that I'm wastin up in this occupation Got me tokin bongs in my crib steady pacing Look for my homies, but they already gettin high Caught in the struggle Maintain they tryin to get by Read to die when it happens recognize I told ya Go all out even if you're coma soldiers I wake up and sleep with a L Write rhymes with a L But never take a L So let my mind start to elevate shit Portions of the divorce shit Got the playas always screamin forfeit Let my mind start to elevate Gin and freight doors that penetrate Stimulated dome Let my mind start to elevate Gin and freight doors that penetrate Stimulated dome let my mind start to elevate Gin and freight doors that penetrate Stimulated dome Let my mind start to elevate Gin and freight doors that penetrate Stimulated dome Let my mind start to elevate... No retreat, no surrender My minds caught up in this blender Don't fit contenders Them the great as Pretenders Dear Momma Then they build this determination Cause your my latest, my latest, my greatest inspiration Some try to decease the kid You got the pie, but I only want a piece of it Teach the kid I learned my lessons in the school yard And never walked around thinkin that I'm too hard It's too hard to just chill And keep my game strong If it's on, then it's on Nigga bring it on Whatever happened, it just happened and thats the end to that If I survive then I'm lying on the chunky black Think of my Momma tired after workin hard <br Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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