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It wouldn't seem just
To confront things directly
To evaluate trust
I suppose I'm not Ready
To initiate change
I'll suppress my desire
Yet my devotion

by the dozens
And the day before the Mardi was Lele's birthday party
And I'm gonna throw down before I throw up
Cuz I'm the Mardi Gras Kid, Yea,

home
It may not always seem so
The more I speak the less I know
Won't you please show me where to go

I can't forget those honey eyes
Seeing right

moms counted by twos
Push the Olex, it's a luxury bucket Cop a fresh pair, think I'm P.J. Tucker
Homies doing time, so I can't waste none 
Playing for

spine

So I fly 
Yeah I catch the wind
I'm so ready for my life with you to begin
But love's plan
it is what it is
Oh I wonder Love,
Will you let us in

it's fucking up my peace
All the talking back I need
Is when I'm smacking on them cheeks
Tell me it's mines
Lie to me
Thick, dark bitch
Card ready
Just

moneys on my head
I try not to get out of character that's something that I live by
Cuz they judge you on what happens, and never what's on the inside

the chambers and the tombs
Agitated and
Ready to exhume
A plywood coffin prophet
A minister of fools
In a kingdom ruled by ego and greed

Don't tell me, it's

lacin'
I'ma jug and finesse a nigga for his moolah
Been scammin' niggas since a kid scrapin' pavement
Bitch I do not play 'bout my payments
Pussy nigga

'cause will-power breaches from my aching arms 'till I flee what is not needed, take the pill
I'm ready to cleanse, read, write and heal
Imma' grate my

Bottled up within this vessel deep
Sharp eyes blurred by intruding tears
Display shows my fears; you are not near

Days fade in my submarine dream

Let me know when you're ready
Alright, just go ahead
Ain't nothin' like the free nigga but this mixtape
This is Murd nigga

I know y'all wanna fuck

tempted step it up
I'm like Tyson when I swing
Got em fallin' through the ring
My lyricial guillotine is sharp
Prestine, like nicotine
Got fiends ready in

Luh shh took off so he gave him a halo He tried to get low but got hit by that Draco

Got the doosay make her do what I say so My shooter keep

rich[00:15.39]Love for the gang, leave no love for these hoes[00:17.07]But my bitch finna ride like it's Lilo and Stitch[00:19.07]And she know not

has been surrounded by some motherfucking junkies
And the other lost
Cause I thought that shit was funny, but it's not
Nothing in the bag for me
I

cheese while
Everybody gettin watched nowadays Everybody gettin popped by the cops nowadays
I think about Shakur sometimes Change I'm really not sure

No i don't do no social beef but I like That chicken though
Play your hand right
Your face card good don't need to Pick and roll
Got it by my lonely

I'm ready to set it and smack rappers deading their self esteem 
Im in your nightmares wearing the mask of that fella from scream
While your lady beauty

Uhm
Coming to the stage
Is a young man uhh, uhh
He was born locally 
You may not have known it
But uhh
He's from your backyard

*stretch yawn*
Off

me, she can feel my aura
Wifey tryna say I'm running late, but I really wasn't
Getting ready putting lotion on while I gas 100
If a nigga try to grab my

making my move
You step on my shoe and keep pressing on me I'll be making the news
Hakuna matata bae I do not worry he fuckin wit it's problem
Just picked

over my ribs
Then he hopped up in the shower started piping me again
I just can't take it, I'm not gonna make it, he caught me when I was naked
Feel my

motherfuckin' start

He not gettin' no money, he trimm
Yeah, my pockets just went to the gym
Double it up, nigga, make a lil' flip
Double my cup, nigga, ready