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Well God Help Me, Marijuana nothing you could tell me
county jail in oklahoma where them haters held me
came out to a couple truth tape tracks they helped me
clear my mind, your life cannot compare to a year of mine
tell the judge Im fearing no time but fear my mother crying
another rhyme for the world spent some time wit my girl gotta a little rusty
keys on my laptop little dusty its nothing dust em off
competitors are fuckin soft missed your chance to take my spot
door was kinda open now they closing homie gates is locked
sorry for ya, couple rappers in my basement still i gotta torture
like dexter tape em to the table for hating on my label
im satan wit a halo
i was weighing dro when yall was playing with play dough
watching for cops in plain clothes
make doe however im independently grinding change flows whenever forever infinite rhyming
put a hand up in the air if you identifying with what i say
get high without a blunt of the haze another day in my life spread wings im in flight
get a thought then type testing my reflexes
wake up eat rappers then eat breakfast
sick like mosquito's in mesquite texas im on some other shit
fresh like some double mint middle fingers to governments dumpin clips on them innocent kids
for the fuck of it more for the bucks they get radio rap i don't fuck wit it
im not about it
really only liked mac and fiend in no limit days
favorite bone thugs off the flow homie i been amazed
now a days life is so good bumpin this nas shit
irv said if you gonna do this project get back on your kweli shit conscious shit mixed wit getting locked up for some chronic bricks loosing chunks of doe
dropped the truth tape a month ago
im back on it Shakespearean sonnets astonish
with conscious hiphop that you get from me and roy
tell the rich white man to keep me employed
don't wanna go back to the streets though i was loving it...now a days im on some other shit...

Looking for a reason looking for a reason looking for a reason why
nobody wanna fuck wit me nobody wanna fuck wit me i think i know why cuz im on some other shit im on some other shit till the day i die
they can not fuck wit me the they can not fuck wit me and this is why im on some other shit

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from L​.​O​.​E. (Lyrics Over Everything), released May 31, 2013

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