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years old brain works
Like a motor so the diagnoses is bone dead
And he used to climb tree's and throw snow
Balls it was never a chore to endure
Don't
Niggas really tried to murder me over a three five
Had eight hundred dollars and I thought that I was balling
Bitches see me on a charter now they wanna
Ghost
Yahweh Sabaoth, He’s the Lord of Hosts
Faithful to old Abraham and ninety year old Sarah
She conceived the promised child when her womb was barren
on percs she won't leave me alone, huh
Been like 3 years since I posted on media
Then I popped out and they couldn't believe it
I got some dreads and some
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling
didn't suffer, your baby didn't suffer
Darkness is closing in
Another 3 year old soul checks out with no sin
It's a shame when you think of what might have
the puppeteer (Heh)
Trump’s gone, but I’m still here
Cotton thread twisted with American sin
New marionettes pulled by the same old strings
The Hollow Men
Right? Cause there was an imaginary five-star security system where we deemed someone safe by the amount of imaginary stars we give them. So my mother has
props
Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed sellin' rocks
I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever
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Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
girl
Came to the city at 3
Cos her parents wanted to see
What their sons and daughters could be
By getting degrees they wouldn’t get in their Motherland
Brodie known to walk up on them niggas fuck a drive by
Jump up in that water and for you you only knee high
Petty shopping askin for a dime but not a 3.5
Shooting homes just over slight disrespect
7th grade they shot up my nigga home
Bullets wizzing right by the 5-year-old
Went to school next day with new
People gonna study my lyrics so they can sing along
Been in love with the music since 5 years old
It's like a drug, I'm addicted, I can't let go
For sure
Wishbone
Even the largest turkeys have bones at max the circumference of a dime
I will refrain from making a pun using the word foul here
Sixty-three years
so they can sing along
Been in love with the music since 5 years old
It's like a drug, I'm addicted, I can't let go
For sure seen as a kid who is cold
Ayo we finna get this shit bro this is VV I L D
You can call me V you can call me Double V
You can call me Jo-Jo you can call me JC
You can call me
on the Grey Hound for the first time
Said goodbye to my family for what I thought might be the last time
Three days later I'm downtown for the first time
practice Olympics
Years around for several years
But Jim Thorpe was out there
Playing baseball. He didn't
Try at all for the Olympics
But Pop Warner got him
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna
second's the most precious commodity I invest time
I was late every day straight for three years
Guess that's two ways that I could never make a deadline
Bullock 1860
Solomon Bullock 1862
John Bullock 1867
My great-grandfather Walter Tub Bullock 1871 - 1957 married 22-year-old Martha E. Bullock, who had
waves
I was 11 years old with a razor blade to my throat at the basketball court for 3 dollars I don’t care
Homie don’t play fair so now I’m constantly
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