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ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
he got 9 years for a 9 double M, that's a trip to me
like the way they made noise when they killed tookie
5 Gz for a felony, that's what I had to pay big brother
walking outta court like fuck the DA and his mother
life kinda makes me giggle at times, like just today
she said what you see in my eyes? I looked away
because her texture paints an obvious picture
this bitch will die outta my life and I won't miss her
just another hood-rat y'all, with a brain so small
there's only one reason why I give her a call
the life that we live is surrounded by empty people
the way she treats herself will for sure turn lethal
I sit back in the back of my van, lookin down the street
while her knees move back n forth right by mah feet
drugs will prolly be on her future 'to do' list
that's if she doesn't go ahead and slit her wrist
disect the strawberry swisher, crush the grapes
life on the west of bay area, planet of the apes
drug dealers and cold pimps, sushi with cold shrimp
dragon roll at saki sol, meeting to organize a coke flip
I'm talkin many ounces, but I hate that messy stuff
but the opportunity I can't miss cuzz times is rough
when I was 13, I used to think I'd progress faster than all
at 15, got locked up, learned it ain't so easy to ball
so when I got back out, sacks was zipped up ready
I was stanky walkin in class, but I was gettin my feddi
and my moms was thinkin I'm surviving off lunch money
$5 a day, she was funny, her mind was stuck in 1970
graduated, probation terminated just to get grown
grown consequences, hopping fences, gettin blown
yeah I had a 9 to 5, I was screaming fuck this life
higher than a kite smashin on suckaz on site
back of the police car is so damn tight, literally
the ambulance feels so much better to me
evil lurks around my my parts when night starts
cross the trains tracks if you really got heart
lost souls dwell on curbs on their high-tech chirps
you hear the beep beep? soundtrack of the curse
it's deep, these cats really aren't afraid to sleep
they joke about hell when they should really weep
life is loco, and my heart is solo in this jungle
I concentrate on the hustle just so I don't fumble
but inside I know the road is wild, hostile is not my style
been doin it for years, maybe that's why I never smile
moms says.. rod you just a child, she ain't seen what I seen
I was an adult the day my age started to end with a teen
glocks came into play, runnin to my car trynna get away
2 days later, house raided, moms was like you're gonna pay!
so many pills pitched, shattered dreams away in a ditch
ruined lives not to get rich, but to just live, life's a bitch
and she has no mercy, well not to my kind I thought
but then the accident changed me, kind of alot
I wanna go back to school, maybe learn a profession
something other than hustlin, change the way I'm livin
but till then, I'm in the circle smokin purple just counting
on the weekend I'm in the clubs posting, just lounging
I wanna hit vegas, san diego, maybe even miami
hit other countries, even tho I been to 11 already
but that was in pursuit to happiness, times of struggle
I wanna know the meaning of vacation, fuck the hustle
say hello to girls with goals, not hoes dancing on poles
I'm talking ones with drive and ambition, beautiful souls
never pictured myself sticking to one but maybe it's time
maybe I should move from the grime, get away from crime
go to hawaii, waikiki, sip soup on the beach, hula hoop like yee
you'd think that's not like me, unlikely, but I disagree
because you gotta let go off the bullshit, just for once be free
get ure shoe shined, sip slow on some privileged henne-ssy
you know when you're in the club showin love to a slut
she'll fuck you, you'll leave her, and she'll call you a scrub?
well that's what I feel will happen when I leave the slum
like all this work was for a nut, the hood is a fuckin scum
it's temporary, very rarely will you ever see a real OG
one that stayed in the hood for 60 years, dying slowly
my grandpa died living a life dedicated to his loved ones
my patna died living a life of fun, but he loved guns
he killed himself playing with a 40 cal, just drunk stupidity
he accidentally squeezed it on himself, what a humility
there's one thing for sure at the end of the day, only one
you will eventually die, whether ure a daughter or a son
whether you live in the hills or the flats, loner or a mack
driving a bucket or a lac, smokin weed or crack, white or black
life can be a good one if you just stop thinking negative
I wanna talk to my soul somehow, ask it to let me live

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
verbally paint portraits, ol skool like the hornets
never on no hoe shit, from the era of the locest
hood politics, dwellin wit a buncha tricks
servin em all day, yup, that's just how it is
these hills create bills but it gets steep
the wolves control sheeps, shit's deep
watch your balance, ears up like rabbits
listenin closely but the distance is a habit
I love to be low-key, but never livin life slowly
poppin 3 pills, chasin em down wit a forty
homie, if you ain't built for this, just do you
ma circle ain't built 4 squares, so watch ure shoe
cuzz if you step in, it's blood out if necessary
cats left the circle, re-located to the cemetery
but I ain't no murderer, I ain't even a jacka
I'm a hustla, a mob figa, but never a busta
a shot caller, been doin this for 8 years
it's no joke, blood, sweat, but never tears
we known round these parts for solid hearts
east side up, we light up when beef starts
gotta deal wit the cards you was dealt with
I gamble but risk is low when shit gets thick
3 Gz for a thizz boat, but I feel like a jew
greedy, I want 25, hook me up or fuck you!
280 for 100, that's not bad, I settled
bought me 500, rollin around wit the metal
but I stashed it, fuck it, this is my turf
slangin 30 at a time while puffin my purp
it's not right to feel fear in your own house
ya dig? we make money while we lounge, ya bitch!
d-boys got toys but money is priority
so the funk needs to cool, we the authority
but you know how cats is, they ain't dogs like us
they simply thugs, they ain't no hustlaz
so they don't understand it, they go for short-term
broke muthafucaz, waste of a fuckin sperm
they move in to prison for non-worthy activity
we trying to dine with wine, fuck the negativity
suckaz have no vision for themselves, goddamn
another day, another scam, another dozen grams
another G in my pocket, that muthafucka gettin fat
I rather walk with a pimp cane than a fuckin gat
these goals we set for ourself is reachable
but these lil gangstaz ain't being reasonable
so we get dragged back to streets, fightin like ryu
or shooting like rambo..
one way or another we gettin by you!

Dynamic:
fuck it I aint a rapper...............

if you have to fuck 1000 bitches before you enter the biz
if you had to slang your whole life, and been in the pen
if all of my songs have to be about hallucenogens
if you have to kill, just to be real, you know what then?
fuck it i ain't a rapper nigga i'm just me
i guy who happens to rhyme everytime i speak


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