Yes King Ca$his uh, Stay Solid

I’m .going Face ta face with fate, iz when love is mixed with hate, a big gun iz on my waist, here today n gone today, heavy order on my plate, A bytch need to know her place, quick ta give a ho her space, let’s try again another day, fucc ya feelings anyway, I pray ta God n get tha pay, flip tha bird it’s chic fil a, it’ll never b a bytch that live in me, smoking for my great escape, recollect days collecting pay, moved trees collective way, once od’d off ecstasy, I dun finally found my way, with smoke clouds around the wave, I think clearer in a haze, they thought tha gang was jus a phase, bussed at n barely grazed, pushed packs a million ways, I don’t have a civilians brain, I endured the mental pain, Stand Up

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My mind builds, When tha times ill, n it’s gotta b die or kill, apply pressure, with a iron will, if words can’t teach the message then this iron will, , I’m everything ta this, so, u walking through a mine field, I became savage the day I heard Pac gat killed, now, I, live, life with a fact that I cannot till, 079 n Errbody on my block will, I grew up In reality so emotions I do not feel, granddaddy 91 talking with a glock still, n calling **** opps, mad dogging with tha Pac grille, Put that fully in yo mouth like Akinele, n let them hollows eat yo azz like ox tails, bought a crate of semis, shit on paper cottonelle, since real **** die, chance of survival is not here,

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