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the hope if you dare 

I just spent six months in a leaky boat 
Six months in a leaky boat 

Aotearoa, rugged individual 
Glisten like a pearl
cruel
Don't be fooled by her kind
There's a wind in my sails
Will protect and prevail

I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky
cruel
Don't be fooled by her kind
There's a wind in my sails
Will protect and prevail
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky
cruel
Don't be fooled by her kind
There's a wind in my sails
Will protect and prevail
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky
numbers
Hunnid bodies in two months
What we call cold summers , bitch

Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain

Jail house pack
Graveyard
cops paid by the month
Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt
Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese
Ain't never seen three niggas like these
Still
the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
It's expensive being poor
How can I live with what I did 
When the cinema is 6 quid' 
It's expensive being poor 
But I look good when I get desperate
And so the third celestial sphere in proximity to the sun entered a new millennium
6 billion souls inhabiting 266 nations. Their resentment
my money
Hoping soon to live a normal life
But things are looking bad
Rollers sweet me everyday
So when I'm in my house
I write my raps
And hope
but pretty females in here yeah
Its so terrific on the boat we can float the pacific
And vacation on an island I ain't know existed

[Chorus]
Look at the world through a niggas eyes 
Don't be a bitch, you gonna live and die 
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by 
I pray to god
ain't there," 

but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere 

See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by 

Just make
ain't there," 

but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere 

See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by 

Just make
road to cross 
One more risk to take 
Gotta live my life 
Like there's one more move to make 

Yo, I've been casin' the liquor store for a month now
got, I live up thurr
"Where's that?"  The house on the hill, welcome mat of fur
When you pass by that thang, be polite and don't sturr

[Chorus]
Shape shifting, uplifting, lyrical vein here to terminate the bling bling
Six million ways to live, choose none
The devil's both left and right
I'm in a six hundred white piece
Send half my love out to wif-e
Fillin out tax reports
Lookin live up in Guess shorts
Bitches show love and support
hooligan
Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl
if I tried; crazy slave to the live
But I'm still fly, love four by fours
Cause they ride
buggout 
I used to live in 5e by the drug house 

It was a reign and we all got paid 
'Cause when the crack house closed 
Yo you open your stage,
a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I'm out
Once upon a fucking time, had your bitch up in my house
Rap Meyer Lansky crash your fantasy
Getting high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collecting Tecs and checks and
Blowing slow in a Montero
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy
down, get down, put your body in motion 
Only the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5 
Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket 
Wrong club with
Mad, yo, let ? put the walls out
Me and my penpals spend like ten thou
Every month buyin' bottles and enchous
At the crib me in love with ten gals