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beg to chill with the young and restless
I'm protecting my section
Keep em up out my direction
And if I don't apply pressure
I feel like I can never be

mandem? Yeah we'll get there ya bish
Take it easy for a second
If the pages can't be written by the hand that speaks
It'll take a lot of acting and some

for all the seasons

In my DNA
Violence in my semen 
I ain't dying 
Till I see the end
Raise ya hand up
If you were raised by demons
Got too many

and people waiting
Procrastination in lazy minds i'm infiltrating
Live in the moment know tomorrow's never promised
Set ya self up for the future and don't

a side
Cuz the middle ain't a safe
Religion and the politics
Class and your race
Seems like the boogeyman came up out the closet
Detrimental secrets

I’m tryna win again
Feeling so guilty But I’m innocent
Stabbed in my back by the ones who said they had my back all of my friends done turnt into

yo yos we got several dozen
Everybody buzzing we feeling good
Chop it up by the firewood
Smoke somethin gotta couple chickens
That boudin be finger

know you said no chance, but who you kiddin'
Makin' your back spazz 'cause I do ya different
I'm throwing 'em jazz hands like you got a MAC-10
You seem

and she gimme mo
Save her name as Wednesday I'm humping on that camel toe
I can change ya life if you listen to my antidote
I came up out the mud, all my

gossip
You all in the mix
I landed by five and I flipped it by six
Why we chasing the bag if we already rich
Like working all day but I don't get a check

mans
Looking for them handouts
It got em stretching out they hands
Like it's yoga
Hoping that the force w me like master yoda
Pull up in Lexus and Jeeps

Routine Check

Kano

A Breath of Fresh Attire

2005

Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name
I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I

you ain't safe, cover ya eyes kid

Mandela we are old enough to talk now
Aa Mandela
We are
Please walk now

All this opening up behind closed doors

1st. Verse: On my independent grind struggle by design.
Intervention divine put it all on the line.
Cosign not dependent earn it on my own steam.

that
For a second you're a topicAnd the next you're all by ya self
What you know about that? being stuck in a day dream
I don't know what I'm here for

But I won't give the other side none of the above for a buzz, but
Niggas selling out like a new pair of J's
Exclusive, 11 cool greys
Death by designer,

the nation
All I ever wanted was a hug
To wrap my loving arms around you
You blew it off with a shrug
So all I ever wanted was a hand to hold
I ain't the man

Stay with me, it'll be fine
One look in those eyes
World don't spin, even when you're by my side
World gon' end, and I know we'll be alright
World is

will cause havoc, Exodia
I'll blow up, quicker than notifications sent by the media
I'm the type that's kept in the dark, cause most fear that I outshine

in mi head yes
So stop the violence, no more deceit
So shake ya body, now move your feet
Let the love get into you its infectious for we, seen
Spread

lose no focus
All of you flop cause you bogus
Just like wingstop yeah you boneless
Hearing my thoughts makes you hopeless
That you never catch up to me

Pressing the issue
Unfolding ya vision
Give a vivid description
The deaf getting the picture
Now my eyes peeping out window
Look at the streets that

check the gaming channel
Millions of children watch it
How'd you win all that Won, kid
But not custody of one kid?
Did ya think you'd get her back
With

Over you
I…
I know what it's like to be rejected by you
And still you're in love never wanna admit it
But I know you like the back of my hand
Yeah I do
I