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Sleepy boy keep a round, in the drum put you down
Riot City the town, we been made for it
By my lonely, these niggas fugazi
Out the way, niggas playin' it

i'm
Realer than 16 days after 9 11
September 27th happy birthday weezy nigga

Yeah, nigaa it's Gudda Gudda
All my street niggas stand up
All my Gudda

with wits
What you mean?
Niggas ain't really smokin?
Boy its big chief, hit me back when I'm sober
Dumb for the cheese, they be rats, I'm a cobra
Duh you

they had no time for help
How I'ma feel? I already made it through hell
And I'm sick of being society's target 'cause of my skin tone
Sick of telling

whole!
Piece by piece, I'm goin' on to Heaven
Piece by piece, just waiting for my soul!

Now here I am with my sailin' days behind me
And I look back

or would you try to hate on me
Don't matter to me chief that's why yo ass stay lonely
I stay rubbin', stay sqeezin' that ass for days
Don't throw your ass

them boys we ain't on the same page 
I stick shift don't play games
Life's a beach and we gon catch waves 
Drop top on them long summer days
Brown skin

you're 24
Dusty like the house you live in
Sweep the floor all day when I'm feeling down
I can't be here
Waiting for a boy
To let the rocks I throw at your

every day, I'll be waiting
(You should know)
I'll be there when you call in a minute
(You should know)
When you need, I'm your shoulder to cry on
Boy, I

I'm on the beach
Feet up in the ocean
You wouldn't know
Palm trees swayin (swaying)
Bad bitch layin (bad bitch)
Drinks for the pour up (pour up)
Heavy

bumpin through the stereo, run the whole world like I'm Barry-O
Say you wanna battle you hysterical, this John Cena, Chris Jericho (Raw)
High all day but

the front door
I'll send them out the back door
I'm sitting on my surfing board
Don't care for you no more
Bad thoughts in the front door
I'll send them out

up already for my retired life
Word to T. Rowe Price
What your portfolio like
Bout my paper all day I aint even need no dos
Every flick candid we aint

Cray Button

Lecrae

The Third

2013

cray all day, it's my full time job
Wild like a wolfpack, howlin' at the moon
Attack, attack, you've been bitten by the wolf

I ain't going nowhere, let

Cuz I'm cool with it, about to go with
On the move with a Good To Go!, ya
Off on there, on by the side
Chill'n with your girlfriend she about

I'm a wanna be beach bum in the midwest
Been waiting for the summer
When the weather's at its best
Yea Chicago's pretty cool
But the waves aren't for

had
To make a stop i'm trying
To make it pop cooking trying to
Make it lock I'm trying
To eat fast but I ain't mix a
Lot and I ain't imitating pac
Doin'

to demonstrate
Teach you boys how to elevate
Teach you boys how to regulate
Teach you boys how to penetrate this turtle race

But I'm moving fast
I've been on God

anticipation of having niggas waiting
For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio
But in this day

box for some days now
I just need a walk before I break down
I just copped a whiff of what you ain't now
Now I'm about to fire it up
And flame it down

(Yuh)
Missing out, I'm the life of the party
Pull up imma mix the juice with Bacardi
Give the valet the keys to the whip
He take it for a spin
I

now)
I'll give you everything (You can't you can't keep me down)
Waiting for my next climb, never left behind
What I gotta do with my ticking time
Never

today, and tomorrow, and the next day
I give em three times and move on to the next bae
The fuck I look like, tryna fall in love I'm not the police, so I

to the truth before I overcame
Now I can't trade the kingdom for a petty dollar
Boy, I'm trapping these demons, but it ain't Benihana's

Stacking riches in