Correction Lyrics Free 80 by The Alchemist

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Where we at?
Yea
227
Mafia, what else?
Blockwords
Gangtime
Lets get it

Scatterbraind-ed, tweaking off them [zerpers?], seen a lot of murders
Shellshocked me, at an early age, worse than Bobby Shmurda
Jay Rock popped me in my ankle, claimed it was an accident
Tay died after Franco, Jay Rock went right back to trafficking
Averaging a triple-double, [?] out off of Westbrook
Russel did a demon drop, my b*t*h wrote me a textbook
About how I'm a cheater, how my ex-hoе was a [tec?] head
My grandma banging needles, Unclе Eddy was a smackhead
Was raised by the junkies, fiends, addicts, or the crackheads
And [jays?] with that monkey on they back who keep the flathead
A Phillip in they pocket, bag it, filling up a gas can
No tenths in deposit, I need 60 for this half gram
Bagman P hit my line, told me to pull up on 'em
Them joints I left, he gave 'em back 'cause people didn't want 'em
Caught in up the moment, thinking, man this sh*t wasn't even for them
Even though we beefing now, I still can't forget lil' bruh nem
I be thugging, and it ain't no secret, barely catch me clubbing
Ain't got a kid squeezing the trigger, could just press a b***on
Rest in peace to Tune; I had my fair share of losing loved ones
Headstones in tombs, balloons, Carebears, and Teddy [?]
Sipping Tussin with this Russian, got a hundro in it
Always got the ups, won't even get a chance to fumble with it
Told him anything under a tre pack, make 'em come and get it
Feds come with a cop, Imma take that and I'm running with it
A lot of this sh*t I don't be feeling, I'm not f**king with it
He still know that Imma kill him, even though his brother didn't
She got me out my body, in my feelings when I'm in it
Baby hotter than a hot tamale in a skillet
Ask about me, Spanish Mami say that kid the realest
Come put your t***ty on my johnny, babe I'm finna kill it
Okay I'm lying, getting dizzy, dozing on this red
I can't stay up to hit that pu**y, still I want some head
N***as don't understand my slang, it just go over heads
He snitching, rapping all that same sh*t he told the feds
We came so close, so far to go, still I live on the edge
See me and [Todd?], and they get scared like they seen Motorhead
Been almost 20 years later, still ain't over [Tez?]
I lost a ten-page letter that I wrote to [Vince?]
All these up and coming nowadays, a bunch of Bo J's
Babyface told me, "Boldy, n***as riding your wave"
When we was in the 8 with [soda?] nephew couldn't believe this sh*t
Bill was 9k in Ruth's Chris, you should've seen this sh*t
Hear no, see no, speak no evil, penalty of leadership
All my ConCreatures, we some real evil geniuses
In Toledo with a kilo, n***as never seen a brick
My way La Carlito, me and [Queebo?] used to dream of this
Telly down in AZ so we took another Phoenix trip
Venus fly trapping on McNichols, finna drink a 6
Pulling up on Auntie when she need a fix
None of these n***as not f**king with my clique I think I'm being legit
Keep a blick, ['vade?] apartments, dough double when we get rich
Ain't no more touching ki's, up my sleeve you know I keep a trick
Pull a rabbit out the hat, ounces for an evening strip
Round and round we go, show you how to roll a wicked [spliff?]
40 on my hip, 41 my wrist, keep a stick
42 my young ones, 43 I AMG'd the kit
told me let up off it, had to let it breathe a bit
When I tell people where I'm from, they don't believe this sh*t
Long live Pac, RIP to BIG and Nip
Popping all these deuces and tre's, they thought that we was crips
Floor seats at the palace, cuzzo swiped so we could see some tix
Ask her if she hungry, she said yeah, I told her eat a d**k
Judges bow down at the [?], open up from 3 to 6
Had to cover my mouth when I speak; they tryna read my lips
Up the 7 tryna catch them [?], it was just me and Slick
Had to cover my mouth when I speak; they tryna read my lips

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