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drive, drive by, I ride a bunch of chopper
Stitching, snitching, never, love you, send me the money

Not sure what's so funny, niggas run out of time
I'm

Gotta thank God for all He's done for me
I'm flyin' by my faith and not the seat of my dungarees
He really humbled me
And it's people I know walking

going to
Bow down
Or give thanks
I'll save my breath
For reckoning
You asked for this
By becoming an
Arm of The State
To let you walk
Away unscathed

those around you
Product of my pain
But not defined by what I been through
Congratulations there's more
To the Scars To the Hours
To the Years To the Fire

Nigga maybe that's what pain
Is, it phase me, They made me for it
Call me word of crazy
Insane I'ma thank you for it
My brain is full of many
Your lady is

Never been full of it, take you a width
Fire the shit, high on the shit
I got some doe doe to fire, give me a lighter ya bitch
(Lighter, ya bitch)

Some days I just wish that we could love each other
Dell, if you listenin', thank you for yo' positive forces
The ghetto feel too normal, so we treat

the blood sweat and tears
That went into this
You've been living in my mind rent-free
For like a century
Every memory at one point temps me
Or directs me

and blood Cuz satan was having his way
But it's the Romans that told me Thru chapters through disaster
Everything that turns to evil turns to God thanks for

inna dis fi that ting
And it's not my style fi be higher rankin'
Truth be told, I'd rather thank The Most High
For the seeds we receive for plantin'
Here

Screams Go Unheard

Cryptopsy

And Then You'll Beg

you for inviting 

I'll drop by for a minute (or two) 
Upon my ringing, you're cordially obliged 
Couldn't have been better 
If I'd been asked for

Typed up and clean, light beam spot the queen's eye
Thank God for squad then we rise with the team
So fly so it seems, I just love what it means
I just

the light
A bit of glitter, A bit of glam
Another wham bam and thank you Ma'am
It's Ok yeah, Itís alright, just pout your mouth
Letís kiss goodnight

Bitch I got it on my own Ian need no help 
Never had a big homie did it by myself
Made 5 in a day all by myself 
I'm made a killin off these yotts

city best believe you’ll die today
I’m okay, not inane
I’m just repping for my gang
Never knew I’d live this life
Buts that’s the way us kids are raised

require all my trust
Lord thank you for loving us
Can't stand on my own
Away from you
I'll do whatever you want me to
Washed me in blood
And made me new

my life I think about her every time
I bought flowers and hours
And I was in pain written through my blood stain
Listen Mr. Bruce Wayne, you ain't got

make you sin
When I go against the rules that you like to live in
Blood on my hands I got called a cut throat by some man
Random I know but it's one

Now the whole team checking the score
I accept no thanks for that na I just credit the Lord
He told us to leave debt at the door, Now I can exit

over someone in a
wheelchair You should thank Cardi for your career
then shut the fuck up You ain't shit without social media, bitch
Carl, you

when it's comin' from blood
That ain't gon' change, it's part of the game With love you won't lose, if that's what you choose

You can maintain, just

life is demanding for lavish living
Is never lacking but you lack
So you can only imagine
Cause reality ain't happening
Lost the passion
Wasn't fruitful

repeat this
Live life like a movie, perfect sequence
Thank you Jesus
For all the blood and the sweat and the tears
Stayed away from leeches
I stayed away

in little ladies
Never stopped to thank the lord above for what he gave me
So, I beat the shit out my Mustang
Seats torn out, bitch looking like