Yeah so no shout outs on this one
This song right here is like keep it 100 and till the light
Mixed together with those emotions of me getting hit in the head with that shotgun
20 grand lost out my backpack, chain off my neck, bleeding from the forehead
Almost killed my bother patrick bole right in from of me, you know
I had my gun on my waist too, you win some you lose some
That's the best part about being raised in an Italian family
Your always taught to keep your head up
Till the light, part 2, chyup

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We stay ridin hard times grindin
Almost lost my bro, man my chain was so shiny
I keep it 100 check my rap sheet rewind me
Smoke till the light with my whole crew behind me
So im never gonna give in, oh no
Always stayin driven, all though
This life that we livin, is so cold
But your never gonna fall get it all and don't ever let them knock you down

Yeah i got knocked down, but i got right back up
Lost 20 g's, but i had my family tie 'em up
Club end zone shit 100 blunts light 'em up
Purple yellow bottles like im drinking on the Viking cup
Like i said all you old rappers yeah your time is up
Ride till i die like a plane car bike or truck
Been through so much man thats why im on my rhyming stuff
Hit in the head with the 'k (ak) dog i thought my life was up
Yeah, and i still got a pocket full of stacks
Call me santa clause boy i put the stocking on the cap
Yeah, and i get brain and got a closet full of hats
You ain't never woke up with a missed call from Project Pat
And i dont have time to write (but i guess i do) i spent 2 minutes on this page
Went from the slums to killin up the stage
Dog i been to 9 precincts, locked in the cage
You ain't never ever had to dig your family members grave...

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Yeah i kept it 100 hundred till the light, man i never front
Wake up in the morning take a piss, then i roll a blunt
Break down the dodi 20 blunts then roll another
Do it for my dead brother do it for my dead mother
I dont have homies dirty i got brothers
You f*ck with one of my brothers you'll get smothered under covers
I'm dodging under-covers (finally just got that line as i wrote it lol)
Got a pocket full of rubbers
They call me loso nodos stretch the coca out like flubber
And i'm a pirate nap one eye open dirty dog i never rest
2 hours of sleep vacuum sealed pounds ever fresh
Yes im forever fresh
Watch like mt. everest
Still run up in your crib and open up your treasure chest
U city st louise north denver and sicily
Fuck with the money have your body down in Italy
Ten years later still an unsolved mystery
Give me bout a year dog im goin down in history....

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For quitman, delmar, north and south vander vendor
Life flash before my eyes is nothin that i can't remember
Yep call me the ugh nose candy vendor
Dog you ain't never lost none of your family members
So i grind every day, and i gotta have a drink
Los walks in the place they like damn that room stinks
Thats that kush in my pocket yeah dog we call it captain pink
What you know about being born in a bathroom sink
Dog i do it for the boot and i know denver's hands are up
Still got my camp in the lou grindin standin up
Certified hustler, dog you can stamp it up
Right songs so fast my right hand is crampin up
Voice straight stamina
Track star energy
All these others rappers just crawlin like some centipedes
If you not a friend of me, sorry your our enemy
To all my lost ones dog i'm pourin out some Hennessy...

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