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Just vibe with me man

Sit back and take a ride with me

We nick and dime while getting high

Rolling Dutchies while we starin' at the city line

And I don’t plan on having children til the city’s mine

Come and catch me at a show man

I’m pretty fly

But i’m still that same dude doing petty crimes

If you wanna biggie size, or you need a small fry you can hit me any time

On the drive thru you know where to drive to

I turned the crime life into something you can vibe to

I keep a shovel i’m doing dirt with my crew

I fine tune every track until the rhymes move

And let the fucking flow hit you like a typhoon

Im on the grind Ooh. you know how I do

You feel the pain and the pleasure in every rhyme dude

Deep as a haiku

And finally got a spot to kick it so i’ll be putting in work when i’m in my room

For the passed six years what I survived through

Made me crazy thinking I was about to die soon

My heart burning like I ate a lot of fried food

But now i’m grown so I don’t care if the sky’s blue

My gramps told me it’s hard to recognize true love and understand that lust is

what will blind you

My mom’s told me to operate my mind too, said that if I use it correct then its

a fine jewel

And I’m sorry ma that I went the wrong way

I got so much on my mind it’s been a long day

And I’m sorry ma that I took the wrong roads

But I figured I’d take time to let y’all know

Sell drugs I did it (but I ain’t proud of that)

I’m a thug I admit it (but I ain’t proud of that)

It’s just the way i’m living (but I ain’t proud of that, I aint proud of that,

ma I ain’t proud of that)

You wanna know how I be walking Mic’s

I be hustling if I ain’t even walking nice

Its J' to the

Im the one who’s known to start a fight

Diggin in my pocket like, im bout to pull a pocket knife

I don’t even carry Glocks at night, Naw Im not the type

But from close range I can stop your life

Just got paid I can drop the price

Hit me if you need a slice

I’ll give you green to light

I’ll be on the fucking grind, I don’t even sleep at night

I’m going crazayyy

Put a gun to my head

Put me on my fucking knees and give me to christ

I don’t care I’m screaming fuck the world

My middle finger in the air while I fuck my girl

But while I’m here, homie I’ll take what’s mine

I ain’t slackin' mother fucker I just take my time

It ain’t my time but my time will come, to outshine the sun

And I’mma be damned if I’mma quit and leave

Til I get rich for beats I’mma sell sticky weed, if you need something for the

pain and the misery

I don’t keep my finger where the trigger be, if I’m in trouble I’ll let my

hands do the cutting like Kid Capri

This is me, Hate it or love it you think i’m living free, but this is Ju$tice

homie this ain’t liberty

And when I talk to my Mom’s I feel her kissing me sweet like victory feelin'

how we should be

And I’m sorry ma that I went the wrong way

I got so much on my mind it’s been a long day

And I’m sorry ma that I took the wrong roads

But I figured I’d take time to let y’all know

Sell drugs I did it (but I ain’t proud of that)

I’m a thug I admit it (but I ain’t proud of that)

It’s just the way i’m living (but I ain’t proud of that, I ain’t proud of that,

ma I ain’t proud of that)

They say i’m losing my mind I say it’s been gone

Trust nobody they trying to fuck me like n’wrong

I’m head strong

I don’t need anyone to depend on

I’ve seen what heroine can do to a friend dog

I been wrong for a while now, I’m never gonna change

I’m just a calm mother fucker when they call my name

Naw they don’t give a fuck about us!

And the truth is that, I ain’t trying to be the rudest cat wit the rutger ghat

ready to attack

But shoot first and i’ll be shooting back, so dude relax

Every single track got you like, damn who was that

My thoughts so clear you could see em through my hat

The buddha sacks, sell a pass, while were doing meth

I’m fucking lost in this world, I need a newer map

I’m going round in circles man, Man I’m doing laps

My gramps told me never to fall through the cracks

And even when you wanna cry you can laugh

You might not get an answer but you can ask

You might not wanna smile but you can act

And yo you gotta be cool with cash, don’t throw away your leftovers baby boy

you need food to last

And I’m sorry gramps my life ain’t sweet

But ain’t a damn thing change I’m still the same me

And I’m sorry ma that I went the wrong way

I got so much on my mind it’s been a long day

And I’m sorry ma that I took the wrong roads

But I figured I’d take time to let y’all know

Sell drugs I did it (but I ain’t proud of that)

I’m a thug I admit it (but I ain’t proud of that)

It’s just the way i’m living (but I ain’t proud of that, I ain’t proud of that,

ma I ain’t proud of that)