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Oct 2016
Freestyle straight off the dome

Aiyo
Life's a ***** and it no lie
Gotta stay high til the day I die
Boys can't feel this caps you can feel this
Hallows hit ya body now who's the realist
Coming hard never been a broad
Bring the ***** out of frauds
Gotta homie named CLaude
Who likes pack nina last name Ross
**** with us you will get tossed
We in cut lookin' for another big **** to cut
Never lend money to *****
I keep it real extra bullets with my steel
So real what's the deal?
I'm coming through the hood two miles an hour
So everybody can see me Rollin' on threes
Haters get the elbow I always rock the show
Sip the straw of rita then I'm good to go
Let the liquor flow throughout my brain cells
As I tell this tale http://soul.in shell.
I'm hard to crack I stay with the stack never slack
Suckas wanna hate us but wanna be us
I put my trust in rhymes I follow
Life's a big pill hard to swallow money never is problem
We got problems got that heater if ya can't solve em revolve em
Like we did that boy last week no need to speak.
Dead man can't talk with the chalk
suc  baby can you feel me replica of the p a to the t
Mayne roll the baddest yeyo lay low cuz the five o
Stay on a brother for sho so my killers be on the bolo for sho
To ma homies lock down I'm a shoot you a pound when u break outta the plantation ground
Greet ya with multiple bands understand
I know ya innocent
Its ******* not our faults drugs in our resident
They try to keep us down they try to do us raw
But we shoutin',**** the law
Take a look at my saw
Double barrel and let me blast you with some reality
Art of war mentality stay up on three
Like four to one I'm the son of don
**** runs through my veins so easily for me to maintain
Never strain let the lean settle in my brain
Syrup hittin' still hittin' like I hit my *******
Branched my trees so we got multiple riches
Small glitches snitches get the ditches
So to my homies on the block stay up get ya knot
Give what ya give give all.ya got
Satan will see ya God can't bless ya
Keep twenty five five lighters on my dresser
Blazed with twenty five blunts eases the stres-sir so ya sir
So come with me on a journey as I flow to this lp
Life's a ***** that's what the record spinnin'
Time to be real no fakes no pretendin'
Articulate with my skills got to pay bills
Keep it raw so much ice I could chill
The whole **** world dancin' in the water
And still not get wet
Throwin' up the southside tre is the set




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Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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   Doug Potter
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