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change for a twifta,

And thought he did a good deed 

By buying up weed and sharing it all wid da drifters

CMB made its mark on da country 
Kinkos Deadly

ain’t even gotta fake it 

Ran realms with the nagas I love feds we evaded
But things can go pear shaped when you’re living in these places 
Dodged

living in   
But America's more like a blank canvas we splashed with color,  
A black president that's smarter, 
Attended Harvard,  
A nigger,  
He's still

twenty
She's twenty
And hence I bid to you
Let's sing along to the
Birthday Blues
In her twenty years of living
She's done alot of things, like
Moving

like that
Homie please slide back please slide back

A couple dollars in my pocket just to get me by
A couple perkys in my pocket just to get me high
I'm

Yeah I hate a I had to go there
I'm attracted to ambitions
You getting money
You living
DNA is blessed
Those jeans(genes) you somehow fit in

Trips out

and plunder
By a quiet stream a name lost
A hearts stone for king and for glory
This flame burning in a grave for the living
I need to see your sky upon me
I

the scraps of this country
Didn’t you swear you would feed them
Tell me you won’t make them go
I need to know there is justice
That it will roll in abundance

Beggars in the streets
Living of trash
Excluded from the system
Betrayed by corrupt

Hospitals without doctors
Schools without teachers
Transport

Static the Automatic
Rat-tah-tat! 
Dispatch like your fully loaded
For the principle of life
Is reaping and sowing
Hah
We living in a World War
That is not

long, nails done... oh she’s living life lo
Acquiring all the things she’s got by going down low
Ngiyawuzwa umgosi lengane is fucking so and so

can't afford
Swiping cards got a bank or four
Travel safe in my Honda Accord
Got a bitch in every country round the world
Finna pop up in your city,

Now I ain't goin 100 - I'm goin 1000
Hours in the booth - and my mind - still filled with doubting
Doin all this by myself - with a limited allowance

a
Rapping For Dummies book step all on you with country foot
Cowboy boots, Backwood in the teeth with a six shooter I'm like Pistol Pete
You see me again know

a paradigm
We reaching for heavens doors
With arms as short as the seven dwarves
Sitting by the reservoir
Explore my soul
Shepherd this light in a dormant

I be all up in the country
Like a pickup with some wranglers
Rep that blood stained banner
Just like it was star spangled
I put on for my city
That's

true face
Living in the dark hoping dawn
Will bring the new day
Nothing’s new about it in the
End all the truth fades

I just need to know
What you doing

I once knew a man
His name was Bobby
He was an English teacher
Living in Asia
Bobby had everything
The girls the money
For the first time in his life

VPN
VPN, got some rocks up in my tek now
Used to being broke and so I'm walking with my chest out
You ain't what you saying, you ain't living what you

presence told her leave. I ain't changing for nobody, bitch, I'm me

It get tricky in the field, cut them niggas off. If you get it by your lonely, you'd  be

Shrimp flipping Benihana living pissing lemon sauce
Coiled up worked up tight pressure building on
Club lights all in a blur took too many drugs

heads .  Living in the moment it all seem as plain an simple...:.

But it force me... Partially to believe ... Some stomachs starved.. and had seen y'all

I'm from the Hi Lo country of New Mexico
Rode horses by the time I was three
Learned to stop 'em with just a whoa
In younger days rode the rodeo

of food
The shelves are empty
People starving
Disappearing
Beneath the moon
Did you see
What they did In that country
Killed their people
inside their rooms