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for padded walls

I might go drive and keep my eyes closed
If I do die then who cry the most
Day that I win who reaches their hand
I'll give a prize

And listen 
Dissing on the beat 
Will have yo main mans missing 
Talking bout throw the hands 
Like they block ain't full of pistols 
Things go sour 
Niggas

under waves of the pressure by knowing they let you be someone thats special but now
I don't feel like I even deserve it
So I'm pushing myself as a person

time
Tryin to be a better man
But I just wanna be your guy
Apple of my eye
Give me sight when I am blind
Teach me how to fly
But keep me grounded when

It's Friday night
We drunk and high
If you feel the vibe
Then we can meet outside
Go where it's a little more private
Drinking Henny same color

but I know he just a Juggalo though
Fuck that bust back; leave him hanging by his nuts and his throat hole; little homo
Bitch I don't choke

Don't wake

the sound
I just like that ass turn around

Yo you ever heard of Chefwater
Slice
He give advice and put his staff into the best waters
Man gon rip your

Fonzarelli
God’s will is my will power
It’s like that
Kung pao chicken with it
Sweet and sour
Finger licking so good
I give my hands a shower
At that

monster, no boogie man
That could prepare you for the demon,
That has got you in his hands
Understand, that I'm the devil
Here to do the devil's work
Was

it's everything that I've been dreaming
I mean give me one reason why I don't deserve it
I finally found my purpose
Still get a little nervous
See deeper

the lights down low
Work hard till we pass out
So let me download
Every time I pull up there’s a homicide
People stand by looking horrified
Umpire challenge

on your wrists and have no self

Really wanna hit you
I'm so damnin tired of this fighting man I'll slit you
Can't believe I trusted someone only by their

and he was saying, that he was down with Shaquan
and if he didn't get a green Jaguar, then it was on
he was mad, cuz his man, was living larger
and he was

man now and I found my way
And you holding this hand seem like yesterday, whoa
Damn, how times flies by, pops, it's alright
You know I love you, Daddy,

all of that ass you need to shake it 
You know, give a nigga some motivation
Take a trip to the crib, light something get it in
Fuck around write a song

Woman. won't you tell me what you know
Something here I don't understand
I recall a solemn vow
Not very long ago
About a woman
Standing by her man

you like falafel, i'm joking,
You know i keep the deuces up,
Peaceful but I can take the smoke like a loosie does,
Stay distracted by a little hoochie

seen you succeed
But hate your success
You get the most hate from the ones you known Best
Your right hand turn left and that's hard to digest
Man Lord

to the hip hop
Give me your best shot, you ain't got, what I got
I'm so sick I make the beat rot
My flows writhe like maggots
They're growin' phatter
I'm

From the city of sin, I'm Naughty by Nature
No handouts I put in the labor
Give up for a true player cuz
It's my birthday we bout to get dumb lit
My

sleeves
Still not getting no love
Man enough if is enough
Im done wasting my time
The lord called us by sheep
The blind leading the blind lord
Give us

As the rain begins to shine, on what is left of mine
No time for waiting, I gotta be patient
It escapes me everytime
As your hand rewinds my soul

Punished when you come toe-to-toe with this munchkin
Blood is catching on fire when I'm combustin'

Among these heathens, I'm being a little distinct
In

the reaching
Like they Scottie Pippen with they hands itching
Niggas rapping with they friends in back of them
And they be acting like they wasn't practicing