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Diary On Tapes

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1.
Focused 03:26
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FOCUSED (Hook) Trynna get me a bankroll/ stay fresh from my head to my ankles/ we got ya’ll wide open/ cuz me and my niggaz focused// repeat 2 (Verse 1) Analyze and strategize for the win/ smokin’ high-grade weed/ sippin’ on some gin// Got no friends/ only family run wit me/ even if they ain’t blood/ they still family// Proceed wit the one man mission/ won’t stop til’ its finish/ can’t stop, won’t stop/ til I’m diminish// The last one left/ and who’s to say for how long/ prove to be a survivor/ still carry on// Reefer in my lungs/ liver poised from the liquor/ my way to party/ cuz the world done made me bitter// Lookin’ at the bigga picture/ while ya’ll petty/ on another level/ and I’m still fuckin’ elevatin’// Feel the hatin’/ fuel for my concentration/ knowin’ one day a nigga gonna make it// Feel the devil near/ and I’m trynna shake ‘em/ its dirty game but I got to play it/ or get played// (Hook) repeat 2 (Verse 2) Never pleased me to be heartless/ gotta start shit cuz I’ma Frontline Soulja For God// My people fucked/ our identity robbed/ my soul is doomed/ cuz my innocents robbed// Its hard/ but never heard it’ll be easy/ doin’ sleezy thangs/ for the pain to ease// Baby startin’ to teeth/ and she in need for bigga and betta thangs/ so daddy out here doin’ his motherfuckin’ thang// Pimpin’hoes/ and getting’ doe/ from servin’ cain/ Lord forgive me/ but this world got me slightly insane// Wantin’ this music thang/ but I’m stuck on this bullshit/ speak the real shit/ call me reverend in the pulpit// Not a saint/ but dominate the flow in the paint/ shoppin’ for some heat/ but til’ then/ I keep a shank// The block is hot/ so a nigga gotta think/ ain’t trynna see prison/ but mo’ money in the bank// (Hook)
2.
Roll Wit Daddy 04:15
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(Hook) Come roll wit daddy/ Come roll wit daddy/ Come roll wit daddy// Come roll wit daddy/ Come roll wit daddy/ Come roll wit daddy// Come roll wit daddy/ Come roll wit daddy/ Come roll wit daddy// She wanna roll wit daddy/ ride wit daddy in the caddy// Repeat 2 (verse 1) Let me make myself clear/ won’t you see what I see/ be who I be/ just understand me// Ain’t nothin’ for free/ ain’t trynna fool myself/ consequences is later/ til’ then I hustle to death// Taxed for every breath/ fear made us all accept/ keep the real shit alive/ shit, the last one left// Revealin’ the secrets kept/ sacrafice my flesh/ took the road where it’s no one to trust/ and tested// Psalms on my chest/ I’ma soul survivor/ watchin’ time fly/ while a nigga getting’ high// Seem we too tamed/ too complacent bein’ high/ and I’m the type to make some extra money off that// Used as a instrument/ move the spirit wit rap/ makin’ you conscious/ caught up in the trap// Not a car man/ but gotta thing for caddillacs/ come roll wit daddy/ and let me see where your head at// (Hook) (verse 2) We ridin’/ we smokin’/ no jokin’/ damn, the cops ride behind// All in my ass/ blindin’ me wit their highs/ I think they’re trynna make a nigga run the stop sign// Hit the block wit mind/ wit no time to unwind/ time is money/ and I’m already far behind// Cost of livin’ a bitch/ and these jobs don’t pay a thang/ so I get my taxes back/ from hustling’ cocaine// Ain’t gotta domain/ eyes on every corner/ these coppers and robbers/ they all strike like cobras// Some resort to sellin’ that ass/ to get that cash/ tried a crack rock/ now she stuck chasin’ crack// Too bad/ so sad/ gotta get it how ya live/ keep my mind on my money/ and my dick outta tricks// Ensured by the faith/ that lives within’ me/ but your average sinner/ when it comes to dividends// (Hook) (Verse 3) Candy paint caddillac/ and I’m sittin’ on 3’s/ let the top down/ nigga feelin’ the breeze// Custom leather seats/ is what comfort your ass cheeks/ spendin’ next week’s cash/ while I’m chillin’ on the beach// But its only a dream/ ain’t shit like the movies/ survive before you ball/ you ignorant fools// It’ll come soon/ follow me on this money spree/ where you gotta hustle/ in the belly of the beast// Getting’ dress to the T/ but these clothes don’t make me/ fuck how you feel/ you can love me or hate// On the grind lately/ ain’t trynna fall off/ ladies call me daddy/ cuz I move like a boss// Fill the game wit the real/ its polluted wit lies/ givin’ you my ups and downs/ my lows and my highs// Born a sinner/ and trynna severe those ties/ cuz when I die/ I wanna live in the sky, ya feel me// (Hook)
3.
These Occasions 03:58
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(Verse 1, Begotten) We lick shots in the air/ when we mourn our peers/ only true niggaz know/ when a thug shed tears// Black hearse/ closed casket/ fatherless bastard/ juveniles thugged out cause a chain reaction// Addicted to the street ways/ makin’ that paper/ sold his soul for a lil’ fame/ no one could save ‘em// Mama cryin’ at your funeral/ murder ‘em all/ niggaz pour remy at your block party/ represent your dog// Heard the words of a blind man/ when spoke at your wake/ if a nigga know your weakness/ he could choose your fate// Be a thug til’ ya die/ but respect one rule/ a nigga weak for a bitch/ that’s what defines a fool// Smoke weed/ get high/ stay numb to the streets/ keep your eyes on your foes when they approach wit beef// Fuck hoes, get doe/ and stay close to the cash flow/ come short up on that chedder, oh no let the glocks go// (Hook) We cry on these occasions/ reflections in the mirror/ got me askin’ questions/ bout the nigga that I’m facin’// Repeat 4 (Verse 2, 13irthMark) Damn/ it’s like another gone/ AIDS full blown/ causin’ pain and joy to the heart now that she’s gone// Who wants to suffer? / but we all suffer/ its kinda crazy/ on these 40 acres/ that we gotta call the gutta// For the butter/ we do some strange thangs/ dope and pussy is sold/ to try to fuckin’ maintain// Blocks full of niggaz/ that’s always doin’ the same thang/ It’s like the government been studyin’ up on our brain// Some politically conscious/ only hide behind non-sense/ too coward hearted to make a response// Female youth gotta gang of mileage/ and young niggaz committin’ crimes/ and lovin’ malice in their heart// Ain’t mother love/ but get heart to heart/ speak the gospel on the track/ call me reverend 13irthMark// Find it hard to have a heart/ feel I’m settin’ myself up/ ya’ll on some other shit/ when the fuck ya gonna wake up// (Hook) repeat 4 (Bridge, 13irthMark and Carmen) I cry/ you cry/ he born/ you die//
4.
Freak Tonight 04:13
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(Hook, singer) I don’t/ really/ want you/ cuz I’m paper chasin’// Attracted/ but/ its nothing/ don’t need a lady// Not your/ man or/ husband/ so don’t try to play me// I just/ want some/ lovin’/ for only one night baby// (Verse 1) First off/ I stay runnin’ out wit the fellows/ M.O.B in me/ will probably make you jealous// I’ma cash getta/ don’t really need love/ unless you pay me/ but eventually that ain’t enough// Had my heart broken/ valuable lesson learned/ a scrub/ can’t allow a bitch to make his world turn// Top of my game/ finally got my mind right/ rhymin’ tight/ got me closer to the lime-light// Bachealor/ so commitment ain’t my type/ body nice/ but only wanted it for one night// My life is crazy/ and its only enough room for me/ can squeeze you in/ wit alcohol and a room key// Lets keep it real ma’/ ain’t nobody like me/ built to last from soul/ to my physik// Only one night and I’m looking/ for some love/ don’t hesitate/ get a taste of this southern thug// (Hook) (Verse 2) The way that ass shake/ make me wanna bone/ is that a thong/ or you ain’t got no panties on// Got your own car/ plus you got your own home/ o.k./ what’s that number to that cell phone// You say I’m just a child/ but bitch I’m too grown/ my magic stick been known/ to have a few minds blown// Can’t explain/ how your sex appeal make me feel/ if I was weak hearted/ make me wanna pay your bills// You say you gotta man/ cool/ no strings attached/ I’ma rollin’ stone that ain’t layin’ down his hat// The MVP/ finally the one up for bat/ my perfect night/ endin’ wit the fuckin’ perfect catch// Not player/ not a pimp/ no time for that/ give me nut and some bucks/ and ya’ll can have that// Top of my game/ finally got my mind right/ and rhymin’ tight/ got me closer to the lime light, I said it like// (Hook) Ain’t lookin’ for no romance/ a spot between your legs/ I love the way you slow dance/ make that happen the bed// Engagin’ in some roll playin’/ if ya really freaky/nurse I fell a little horny/ join the sheets wit me// Increasin’ pleasure wit alcohol/ bad day here’s the Tylenol/ my sex game is somethin’ that should be applaued// Just bein’ real/ here’s the deal/ we can get it on/ just know to take your ass home early in the mournin’//
5.
Father Forgive Me 03:57
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(Verse 1) Father please forgive me if I’m wrong/ for smokin’ out wit my niggaz/ daily/ from dusk til’ dawn// Some lost in coke/ but I ain’t judgin’ them/ they still real/ so a nigga still roll wit ‘em// Nod my head/ cuz you know this a crazy life/ lost sheep/ in search for our means in life// Protection for bustas and cops/ is 10-20-Life/ I say protection/ cuz cops beat us every night// I wanna see the light of yours/ and a piece of lime/ if money don’t come legal/ then it’s a life of crime// Its clear that we need cheese for our daily bread/ come home from hell/ and still pray before I hit the bed// Yes sir, I’m savage for this fuckin’ cabbage/ thug when times get hard/ like it’s a bad habit// Sometimes violence a must/ so I cause havoc/ though I feel its right/ forgive me for my sinful actions// (Hook, singer, Luddy) Oh, Father for give me/ for the wrongs that I’ve done// Oh Father forgive me/ help the thugs in the slums// Oh Father forgive me/ for the wrongs that I’ve done// Oh Father forgive me/ Oh Father forgive me// (Verse 2) Father please forgive me/ I know your heart we hurtin’/ but please don’t let the kids suffer for our burdens// Nephew harassed by cops/ he’s only 13/ not even a taste/ of what this cruel world can be// I’ma disciple/ a nigga strickley for the streets/ all for whats righteous/ but get caught up wit this street beef// I spit somethin’ to set the soul on fire/ the heart of soulja/ but won’t stop/ til’ my flesh retire// The hand that was dealt/ created the villain/ I’m cursed/ for seein’ a blessin’ through this drug dealin’// A loaded musket in a bucket/ cuz these times is ill/ envy and greed/ makin’ it a fuckin’ time to kill// A dream for a mill/ but I got a back up plan/ ya can’t stop a true hustler/ from getting’ grands// Gotta a connection for some music/ and some shit for the low/ just need a rental/ and we can hit the fuckin’ road// and that’s fa-sho// (Hook) (Verse 3) Mouth of lion/ heart of a soulja/ military trained/ and thuggin’s runnin’ through my vein// Covenant/ to dedicate myself to Frontline/ though raised to chin-check/ niggaz getting’ outta line// Eyes for the wise/ so I’m cautious bout all these demons/ crooked niggaz and cops/ evade/ witout a reason// I be the truest/ soul eternally fatigue suited/ stompin’ in steel toes/ and stand bold in front foes// I love to turn bitches out/ for my earthly pleasure/ my game more genuine/ then Indonesian leather// The game of life/ I’m finally puttin’ all the pieces together/ its bigger than money/ a message for you wealthy dummies// (Hook)
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Real Nigga 03:03
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(Verse 1) Don’t front like you ain’t feelin’ boo/ claim you don’t call every night/ but ya textin’ me boo// Damn, what they do?/ You notice me/ I notice you/ and everything can be cool/ if you ain’t got not attitude// I ain’t the type to stress ya/ lonely nights I caress ya/ A money getta/ so I leave after we mess the bed up// Claim that ya fed up/ dealin’ wit them other guys/ but understand/ I‘ll use yours to build up mine// Ain’t nothin’ free in this world/ getting’ you before get me/ the scandlist bitches/ be the ones that’s so sexy// Usta be a ghetto dime piece/ now she shoppin’ at Tiffany’s/ I think I hit the jackpot/ cha-ching// Not leech/ but at money by any means/ she got plenty cheese/ so I think we got some chemistry// She love a nigga cuz I get so street/ heat the yoda and the soda/ now I got a lil’ chemistry// (Hook) I know man ain’t treatin’ ya right/ might as well roll wit a southern nigga tonight/ shine some true game up in you life/ so come get the taste of a real nigga tonight// repeat 2 (Verse 2) It was short skirt/ showin’ all legs/ the way she got my head/ it almost got me in an accident// I ask mommy what’s happenin’/ and she replied/ wit a soft voice/ and a very sexy acsent// Could that be Latin? / yea, I had to play it/ game originated/ cover Sports Illustrated// Mentally sex these hoes/ open up car doors/ sex you in the hall/ while position on all fours// Dinner by candle light/ maybe some slow jams/ Blackstreet and Jodeci/ can get ya wit the program// Forget about your man/ we got our own plans/ so jump, jump on the dick/ like you ain’t gotta man// (Hook) repeat
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Work Wit A Nigga 03:23
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(Hook) I’m low on doe/ Work wit a nigga hoe/ lets get rich/ work wit a nigga bitch// Come on let’s go/ work wit a nigga hoe/ don’t won’t no shit// Work wit a nigga/ Work wit a nigga/ Work wit a nigga / Work wit a nigga// Work wit a nigga/ Work wit a nigga/ Work wit a nigga / Work wit a nigga// (Verse 1) A sittin’ duck/ so I had to pluck the bird brain/ knew I was pimpin’/ but was clueless to the drug game// The left hand/ never know what the right do/ plus bitches talk/ so keep your business to yourself fool// She fucked around/ and took me for the average nigga/ fuck the bedroom/ bitch, I’ma go-gotta// Them others have the tendency to think wit their dick/ I’m plottin’ on a million ways to get myself rich// Preach the game to ya/ understand it ain’t free/ fuck your tears/ sensitivity/ ain’t me// See I’m a playa/ and laugh when ya try to play me/ got game from prostitutes/ when a nigga hustled daily// Cooperation/ is a successful operation/ so tell them bustas fuck ‘em/ cuz they just hatin’// Your friends talkin’/ fuck what them bitches sayin’/ I’m bout money/ so lets get money in the bank// but first (Hook) (Verse 2) She got a thang for bein’ loose/ I tell the truth/ ya wanna knock boosts/ make like Kraft and produce// Lets stop the petty hustle/ fuckin’ for a phone bill/ pussy like dope/ bitch, let’s be for real// Ya say ya nervous bout strippin’/ homie disapprove/ his opinion won’t get ya approved for a roof// Ya gotta soulja baby/ don’t worry bout them tricks tryin’/ yea, they eyein’/ but if they try, then they die// Don’t wanna call me pimp/ then call me manager/ bout my money/ no forcin’ to handlin’ ya// No time for that charge/ but respect I’m in charge/ cuz its other ladies awatin’ for daddy 13irthMark// Ain’t got no heart/ so chill wit the said stories/ that’s why we’re here bitch/ so we can get the luxury// And ain’t no fuckin’ me/ so don’t be a stupid bitch/ and keep a level head/ and work wit a nigga bitch// (Hook)
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Go Figga 03:25
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(Hook) I see ya checkin’ me out/ well go-figga/ I ain’t got a bitch/ (female) I ain’t got no nigga// See understand/ ya workin’ wit a winner/ and if ya 21 about it/ I can fuck wit ya// Repeat 2 (verse 1) Cuz I’m smooth as I wanna be/ crooked as a nigga teeth/ complete real nigga/ and I’m far from a wanna be// A lotta things hauntin’/ crackers on the hunt for me/ bitches after niggaz cheese/ infested wit much disease// Grindin’ all day/ I need a cot and hot/ can touch your right spot/ get your body blushin’ hot// Don’t knock him until ya try ‘em/ ya feel the vibe baby/ an 80’s baby/ that know how to romance the ladies// Bodys call you/ my eyes peepin’ you style/ my eyes undress ya/ and now I wanna stretch you out// From the bed to the couch/ I just wanna freak ya out/ ain’t eatin’/ but ya can put in your mouth// Don’t miss the opportunity/ for me to do my thang/ get into role playin’/ if ya really game// Exchange nuts/ then we can roll some mary jane/ I got 2 mo’ rubbers/ so we can do it again// (Hook) (Verse 2) I ain’t got a dude/ you ain’t got no chick/ don’t stare, come / damn ya know I’m thick// You lookin’ in my eyes/ don’t get hypmotize/ when ya see me walkin’ by wit another guy// Don’t front boy/ my loves your aphrodisiac/ when I throw it back/ that puddin’ like home/ that’s a fact// In or out the door/ my freaky lil touches/ got ya loosing/ control// Oh your back for more/ ya know what its about/ just put it in your mouth// (Verse 3) I’m on my way baby/ quarter ounce/ and we can down/ some Alize baby// I got your mind blown/ now I’m bout to fuck ya crazy/ mean while/ you shower down/ and go ahead and prepare for getting’ this beat down// Come back classics/ like Rocky every round/ when I’m in can’t hold down/ but in public hold it down// Bringin’ pleasure/ wit every inch that measured/ the kinda of fuckin’ that ya might want on the regular// Now peep what I’m tellin’ ya/ I don’t visit on the regular/ if it ain’t advancin’/ then its slim chances// That ya might see me more than once in a week/ and when ya see a nigga/ just be down for the freak// And if ya wanna freak/ we can freak to the beat/ I see the instrumental/ got ya moist in the sheets// Ain’t gotta bitch/ so don’t worry bout the crazy shit/ ya gotta nigga/ tell him cool it while we’re kickin’ it//
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Peaceful 02:40
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(Hook) I try to live my life so peaceful/ but I can’t around much people/ niggaz try me like I’m soft/ like I won’t break them off// Repeat 2 (Verse 1) Are we wrong for how we getting’ money/ can’t be a grown man/ livin’ all my life bumby// Too long we settled for crumbs/ so now we takin’ bills/ evade from dealin’/ to signin’ major record deals// Stay showin’ niggaz/ I ain’t what the hell I appear/ young, big, or old/ ya’ll niggaz ain’t installin’ any fear// Be bout your bucks/ and then these niggaz start actin’ up/ its like the world ain’t satisfied til you become a nut// Don’t give a fuck about these hoes/ cuz they full of drama/ a bitch is a bitch/ and evidences my baby mama// Marijauana and Arizona’s keep my mind still/ cuz lately/ ya’ll been pushin’ me/ to put that ass on chill// Just wanna chill/ and make cheese wit my real niggaz/ plenty weed, plenty drank/ and some freaky bitches// But the hood is on lock/ it ain’t no superstition/ so Bush, when you gonna come and fix up our livin’/ see how we livin’// (Hook) (Verse 2) Rollin’ like a set of dice/ feelin’ nice on the pill/ I getta extra kick/ after every Zeprahille// Betta come correct/ when ya plottin’ on me/ cuz I roll wit the Tek/ up under my seat// Hell naw/ ain’t only when I got beef/ that nigga say fuck it/ and roll wit the heat// But its all to the good/ when I’m chillin’ in the hood/ wit my seat leaned back/ cuz I’m chiefin’ on a wood// Just one of them dayz/ when I ride out and blaze/ all by myself/ smokin’ on some high grade// I know my position/ in this fucked up condition/ so my pen takes position/ as I grab my composition and I write yea// (Hook)
10.
Club Remedy 03:50
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(Verse 1) It was short skirt/ showin’ all legs/ the way she got my head/ it almost got me in an accident// I ask mommy what’s happenin’/ and she replied/ wit a soft voice/ and a very sexy acsent// Could that be Latin? / yea, I had to play it/ game originated/ cover Sports Illustrated// Mentally sex these hoes/ open up car doors/ sex you in the hall/ while position on all fours// Dinner by candle light/ maybe some slow jams/ Blackstreet and Jodeci/ can get ya wit the program// Forget about your man/ we got our own plans/ so jump, jump on the dick/ like you ain’t gotta man// (Hook) Smoke somethin’/ drink somethin’/ cut somethin’/ to me it sounds like a plan// Smoke somethin’/ drink somethin’/ cut somethin’/ to me it sounds like a plan// We gonna lifin’ the party/ what we do/ we gonna lifin’ the party/ what we do// We gonna lifin’ the party/ pour some hen and Bacardi/ puff a lil’ Bob Marley/ Yeaaa// (Verse 2) Um/ I got that sexual feelin’/ fiendin’ for a lil bit of your sexual healin’/ damnnn// Its been a long week/ don’t wanna hear peep/ just wanna see that ass/ between these sheets// No extra dealin’s/ got no time cuz I’m on a mission/ if ya hollar it gotta be pleasure/ or its business// After I nut/ I hit the highway/ smoke a blut/ while I’m headed down my homeboy’s way// A quarter ounce by my nuts/ trynna make a lil cheese/ trynna turn the Thunder Bird to some Impala keys// All about the dividends/ my bad the Benjamin’s/ my company’s Mary Jane and bottled of gin/ now I’m all in// (Hook) I need somethin’ that’ll ease my mind/ I’m always doin’ fine/ when I’m on that cloud 9// Mary Jane is my stress reliever/ no Tylenol or Alieve/ my do smooth/ when I smoke a lil bit of weed// Fuck ya dawg/ cuz I ain’t friendly/ too many fake/ and I already been played by plenty// My attitude fuck it/ and don’t have no plans to change/ the world can drive a humble man/ totally insane// Been left in bad conditions/ and I still remain/ it’s a struggle not to hustle/ but need money man// The weed man/ but I know how to cook up some cain/ hustlin’ game/ but love for this music thing, ya feel me// (Hook)
11.
My Last Cry 04:21
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(Hook) Lord catch me/ cuz a nigga slippin’/ might say I’m trippin’/ from the ways a niggaz livin’// No actions shown/ sometimes I wonder if ya listen/ maybe my last cry/ so Lord please pay attention// Repeat 2 (Verse 1) I place my head up high/ palms facin’ the sky/ Psalms: 23 on my chest/ help a nigga survive// Display faith/ but still awaitin’ for a sign/ no longer wantin’ this life of crime/ stuck servin’ nicks and dimes// Exempted from the upper class/ cuz we feared like Jesus/ couldn’t defeated us/ until their people became our teachers// So many prayers seem lost in the wind/ you can tell from the tragedies/ awaitin’ for replies/ when askin’ causalties// No matter what nationality/ we all lost/ trynna get a piece of the fame/ knowin’ your souls the cost// Am I wrong for wantin’ to be the boss/ born from a curse breed/ its written that I’m bless for havin’ less// Everything that’s sin/ seems to bring me happiness/ hopin’ what lies beneath the pain/ is a purpose// Remained dedicated/ make me feel I deserve it/ Lord I’m still right here/ a nigga never converted, so show me that its worth it// (Hook) (Verse 2) My back saken/ cuz I took the road less taken/ as I live my fuckin’/ trials and tribulations// My Hands cry out blood/ as my body pleads mercy/ but I walk these streets/ like no man other man can hurt me// Thou will only allow it/ if a nigga is worthy/ but besides that/ no contact/ like clean and dirty// Lower expectations/ and hatin is what we’re facin’/ between boys/ it can spread like a virus through a nation// And it causes me to me move/ from place to place/ but theres not a safe place not in this race// So I keep my shit movin’ a the same pace/ don’t know where I’m goin’/ but it feels like I’m late// Wit a attitude like fuck it/ cuz I love it/ don’t provoke me/ cuz I do get rowdy up in public// I was bustin’ my gun/ and everybody was runnin’/ I told that nigga stop frontin’/ and he proceeded wit stunntin’// Hook (Verse 3) Its like my death is destine/ and my dreams ain’t so pleasant/ every breath I’m guessin’/ stressin’ to find another way// But then its like I’m left here/ stuck in a struggle/ forced to hustle/ waitin’ for a blessin’/ Scared that my brothers leavin’ soon/ but then I’m scared to miss ‘em// Turn my hands to God/ and let him deal wit it/ if he decides that its his time/ then I’m still wit it// Dealin’ wit this pain/ a nigga afflict/ temptations for luxuries/ make a nigga repent// Every since a life of crime/ is how my life was spent/ caught up in these streets/ I’m breakin’ ounces and dimes bricks// Bustin’ these licks/ I gotta get this paper/ Lord knows/ I don’t wanna have to pull another capper// So I pray you don’t ignore me/ look I’m sorry for these sins I’ve committed/ these street’s is like religion/ committed to sinnin’// So I can feel like I’m livin’ so Heavenly High/ don’t turn your back right now/ cuz this might just be my last cry//
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All On Me 03:51
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(Verse 1) Didn’t have it the worst/ had my share of hard times/ left home at 18/ and explored this life of crime// Too anxious to reach man hood/ intentions was good/ but ended thuggin’ it/ to get up out the hood// School easily passed a nigga on by/ why should I waste money and time/ when makin’ hits was on my mind// But when shit hit the fan/ barely livin’ from check to check/ and betrayed by the fam// Now true position of bein’ a man was takin/ I caught case/ beat it/ barely escapin’ probation// Emotionally destroyed/ realizin’ there’s no one to trust but self/ and it’s all on me to take care of myself/ said it’s all on me// (Hook, singer) These days/ we pray/ as we live/ our lives// It’s the things that we been through/ got us stress in our mental// Repeat 2 19 was rough as hell/ many changes and fazes/ not to mention/ responsible situations// My brother caught a case/ trynna save me/ cuz I slipped and tripped/ and started actin’ just a lil crazy// No longer capable of bein’ lazy/ got nephews to help out/ seems to me/ their mama/ never wanted me around// Did all I could/ wit a part and full time/ but still hearin’ bull/ that a nigga ain’t tryin’// Broke my promise to mama/ went back to sellin’ marijuana/ had to do it/ when I really didn’t wanna// Appreciate the love moms and pops/ but I gotta get my own now/ a grown man/ ain’t no goin’ back home now// Carry my own now/ kept my head above the water/ barely made it/ but I reached the 4th quarter// Mapped a plan/ and can’t stop the rotation to this vision/ hearted dedicated to the Frontline position// (Hook) (Verse 3) Lord bare wit me/ I made some bad decisions/ seems our share of livin’/ consist of dodgin’ cops to escape prison// Most of money makin’ was sin related/ shittin’ on society/ cuz our livin’/ is a display of their hate// Now can I maintain/ properly leadin’ the pack/ or will I veer to the wrong path// I thank you for the blessin’/ that’s bread crumbs leadin’ to the path/ even though/ it’s endin’ in a blood bath// I had to hustle to make it happen/ put down servin’, focused on rappin’/ legit thoughts/ cuz I’m soon to be a pops// Can’t raise my baby behind bars/ a fathers needed through these times/ Lord knows it hard// And if it takes the death of me/ to bring success to she/ I’ll struggle/ til the last breath of me// And if I’m left wit it/ no regrets/ just hope she keep it movin’/ and I’ll gladly say I took it all on// (Hook)
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Struggle Not To Hustle 03:01
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(Hook) Everyday nigga/ It’s a struggle not to hustle/ Gotta get it nigga/ It’s a struggle not to hustle// For your seed nigga/ it’s a struggle not to hustle/ it’s/ it’s a struggle not to hustle// Repeat 2 (Verse 1) My mind racin’/ while focused on paper chasin’/ seems the more love that I give/ the more hate that I’m tastin’// Can’t loose my concentration/ eyes stayin’ on the prize/ getting’ money/ keepin’ God as the apple of my eye// Find it hard to cry/ though I’m torn inside/ wake up every mournin’/ feelin’ like I’m dead inside// Is this hell/ or is it just my mind/ niggaz hustlin’/ and killin’ for the next high// But who am I to point the finger/ won’t admit that I’m addicted to weed/ plottin’ to bounce from a quarter ounce/ up to key// Excuse me for the way that I try to achieve/ resisted/ but shit/ thuggin’s in my family tree// A hustler uh/ slash a pimp by blood/ havin’ a heart once/ had my emotions fucked up// Won’t be played like no duck/ keep my mind on my bucks/ no matter how cool niggaz/ there is none to trust// (Hook) (Verse 2) Gotta a dream/ but reality keep chasin’ me down/ bill collectors and these cops/ on me like blood hounds// Baby mama trippin’/ but my daughter gotta be feed/ feel like the world on my shoulders/ breakin’ my neck// Head up/ and no regretin’ my mistakes/ just dealin’ wit ‘em/ puttin’ my diary down on tapes// Fightin’ temptation to make my money on these streets/ cooked rocks/ bring more than a stack/ at the end of the week// Got love for mackin’ poetry behind these beats/ but it take money to make money/ right now I ain’t got money/ layin’ low from the block cuz these niggaz tried to snitch on me// Whats up homie/ remember when we used be cool/ claimin’ you true/ but went against the first rule// Real niggaz don’t snitch/ that be that hoe shit/ your case is your case/ don’t get me caught up in that mix// (Hook)

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released February 8, 2018

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13irthmark Greensboro, North Carolina

Writing poetry and rhymes since 13 years of age; I, 13irthmark (Birthmark) found my passion with an ability to not only make someone groove, but also found a way to successfully communicate and relate to a vast range of subjects with wishes to help figure a way through everyday obstacles. ... more

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