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cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo, Sheila's home
Steady smiling like a mother yo I'm

weed
And gettin drunk mama did it on Her own with four bad ass kids
Runnin in these streets home Alone ughh no fuckin father
Figure no fuckin fifty fifty

deeply
Faith gone, no mustard seed in me
Sis how you keep your faith swallowed by the sea

When I was traumatized at 10
I didn't see the light
All I had

gone Home now
No Legacy can compare 

cfrica Lead the way
Proud to be called by your name
	cs we dance and sing our songs 
Fill the skies with rainbows

Yeah, you so dope, now you lost up in your mind cause you think now, that this shit gon' be fine
But no, broski, you ain't gonna make it out your home

cause I'm bout to throw it long
Like a touchdown when I'm in that super dome
Like a line drive when I make it to your home
Tell me what you need I don't

see clearly
Hope your done playing ya
Said I ain't goin 'nowhere (No, no)
Bitches really thinkin' I care (Yeah, yeah)
But I take 'em out by the pair

Okay

Defari

Okayplayer: Truenotes, Vol. 1

2004

hate or love us it's only a
Grammy I give a fuck about, or my parent's mothers
Everyday used to steal paint from errand brothers,
Tag my way home I

don't understand she's desperate for her love
And she'll do anything to gain it, what a stupid fuck
I envy those whose mothers are by their side showing

the fuck I ducked they hit up the truck Got snuck by karma, she a bitch I gotta keep a buck. I'm down as shit was almost rich, I'm bout too hit me a lick.

Jazzy Bitch

U.N.L.V.

Uptown 4 Life

Demetrice, Evet, and Sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the Melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from Uptown who

and Iaint down in the gutter
When I'm home I'm tryna smile for my mother
It's either one or the other
When she smile and it's me that'll suffer
When I smile

Sprang on Em

Kami Kaze Inc

Only the Strong Survive

2005

been livin life like this way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People

My First Day

Haystak

Portrait of a White Boy

2004

way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People call me a junkie,

At least wanna look good in my hood
The same colors that the signs is
The ones that leave your sister cryin' with
Your mother, unc', pops and brother

So very nice
I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor

So very nice
I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor

1978 we lost JP I
The church was prayin “God's will be done”
All the red hats had to make a trip to Rome
Each one wonderin if he'd make it back home

And it’s one more shot in the dark
One more day waking up
Feeling that feeling you get
In your gut like you know that you just overslept
But you

a baby 

Trap house jumping on the first them cluckers goin crazy

Nigga owing me for some work he hesitate to pay me

Hope he coming soon cause I hate

You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running 'round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe you oughta be

gon' replenish the smoke
Aye let me kill my lungs
All power in my tongue
Sick of all these reruns
Why you raisin' your voice?
You centimeters from my

a monster, put her in distress
And I don't remember fucking, got these pills up in my stomach
X all in my system, got me bugging
Word up to your mother

JohnsonYou're wearing your dresses way too highIt's reported you've been drinkin'And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't believe you ought