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Nov 2016
I'm standing in the mirror
I see images of me behind myself
Maybe cuz there's nothing left
But I'm rolling with the punches
Life full of **** so get prepare for the lunches
Eating up troubles every time it steps to me
Gtta keep them tools on me
Never know when ya gotta
Put the nail in the coffin too often
******* wanna try me
Death to the sheriff's and the deputy
Trying ruin my reputation G
Got brothers servin twenty five to l
N ain't never seen bail
We gotta wake up before it's too late
We get maked up
With rogue and tuxedo
I roll torpedos n just let my mind flows
Enemies I see I'm in a glare they can stare
But won't go there
Cuz they know I'm not ya average muthaphukka
Sugar honey ice tea
I see the po pos hitting me
With subpoena but I pull out my *****
Tell em to **** it or else get ****** *****
I can't help it I was made from the war
Still sitting in the eye of the storm swarm
Adversaries like bees making honey **** the money no jokes cuz ain't nothing funny
So I'm coming to a hood near you
All ya gotta do Is make a phone call
Big Yosef gone tear down these muthaphukkin painful Brick Walls
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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