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life ain’t beautiful
Because it is, truth be told
Surround yourself with positivity
The dark side’ll try and make you see
It’s hard to qualify behaviors

A lot of time gone by
I sit and think about it
Some people like to bring up the past and make a stink about it
That's ashamed cause they wastin' time

Strong heart with a soft mind
Wonder why you worry bout what lesser people think
Head lifted with closed eyes
I wish you could see you’re more than

by a bad pitch
If torn, we can be stitched
If stuck, we'll get outta the ditch
Cuz we are the perfect mix
Two people that ARE affixed

Growing up I knew a man and he seemed like he had it all
A family and it was beautiful
And now he's all by his lonesome
When I asked him
About

beautiful
Acres for your little arrogant elitist game
But you need poor people to shame so our:
Click-clack, caddy shack
Country club get liberated back pTSD

back
Appreciate all the years and people I attract
All the geez that rock the brand
Just know it's going all to plan
Built brick by brick every year

time for regretting now (wooh)
While I'm checking out these beautiful femme fatales
'Cause I shoot for above average, ain't talkin' academics (aye)
I

how I'm rocking, every year a nigga dropping
Me and twinnem, I'm in the cut, bitch, we the plug
The people bopping, pop out deep, Or I be by myself

We

on the court side, but I'm still trying to score
I'm still trying to take a shot

All I see is low lights shining below the skyline, finding me by myself
Promise

block to this
Beat for a full year
Fuck it, I'ma do the song today
Gonna finish it and love it
Then I mix it and I dub it
Then I ship it to the public
If

rhymes, tight rhymes, lowriders
beautiful women, and high times
the ages of street perceptions
perfect fix to get you back in the mix
little homie kickin

organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore

get tough stand firm and stay put 
You can't force what's in the mix to make love 
Bandmind people they love to hate nuh 
So me affi keep mi ed straight

(Woo)
Somebody better tell the chef I'm cooking
Little spice on a mix
And a verse might of just got pricey
I don't care if you like me
I'm not here