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to let you go
Timothy, where have you been?

I been in Athens, Georgia by way of Bubba Sparxxx
When the +Nights+ were +Bright+ and all the +Days+ was
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids 
I'm blowin on damn haze 
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
backing down for nothing
I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
Police
Ol' America!

Rollin' through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
Came to let you know
That your baby boy ain't doing so tough

And even
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy

And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh I can't believe
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy

And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh I can't believe
it well
Not to ever forget until I realized I didn’t know shit
The day I came home

We been waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for
waking up late at night crying tears
Just thinking about those days
You used to talk to me
Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennessey
And remember we
Five cars, You're in charge. 
Comin' up in the world. 
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was
the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Looking in the mirror dreaming
charge
Comin up in the world 
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money
on the radio
I am worth caring for
What do you take me for?
I took you by surprise
You didn't know what to say
You could not look in my eyes
Your
live my shit
A lot of cats selling they soul for radio play
That's why we need mo' rappers like Common and Kayne
Niggas scared to be broke so they
ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it
Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
No A/C cause the shit don't
ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it
Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
No A/C cause the shit don't
shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid
Growin' up, lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
To rock crowds make money chill
what I'm sayin'?! 
Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days 
you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo! 
Kids ain't playin'
shortae
Rich fellas rock those all day1960 shit I'm goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin
[Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out
they used to
I remember Marley in the Juice Crew
That's why I stay down with LBC days
It ain't easy
Okay party people to the people the people
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh HOOD!

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up
probably me

I remember December middle of a bitter winter
Ass on the trunk feet swinging by the fender
Arguing with you in the freezing cold
I was wrong you