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I tell all my guys if we have a problem we'll put that boy face on a pavement
No you cannot walk a mile in my shoes my sneaks cuz only I laced em
I

low
With a big pole
Counting pesos
In a Range Rove
Baby let that thang go
No more dream or cradles
No fantasy no fables
Can't connect, no cables
I roll

the beats so sauve
I eat coleslaw
The yee to my haw
Christian dads lookout
Your daughter
Yup
She bout to get it RAAAAWWW
On a day by day
I look like boo boo

a candle
Been dunking on niggas like Julius randle
Just pass me rock and you know ima score
I got bitches and fashion & money, galore
Got shooters who spin

to fight as we get in the summer
She wanna get me, no take by the donna
Oh Wait, I come like Osama!
This the Life of the Party, what you up to
Cause I really

Beat 'em up like Rambo
Never seen some shit I couldn't handle
I got two bad bitches ain't no scandals
Spark the za and smoke it out the lambo
That's

i'm done fucking thotties
The trash washes up, when the waters choppy
There ain't no fun in lying rather tell the truth
Was searching through

myself I'm not in the need for a shooter
She said 2oolie you the man but I am not no super
We shot that boy twice in his chest so we sent him to the gulag

to his top make em drop like a anvil
Movin packs gotta handful
Take it or not I aint given no sample
Designer the drip for the damsels Water my diamonds

on da block
Get some gwop
And we keep it true

Trapping up outta bando I got guns like commando niggas platinum dat no one a fan of
Get a grip get

the face changing skin tones
Kissing asphalt  that's a new low
Soaking in bath salts for that glo
Hear no evil I'm the black Van Goh

Head chief serving up

inna eyes and all I see is pain
Spend my last onna chain hoping I can be the change
Youngest cousin still lead by example nigga
Chosen One so there's

Steering by Starlight
Words and music by Lynda Dobbin-Turner


CHORUS
I’m steering by starlight
Trusting blind faith
This is gonna be alright
That

life/she used to walk the streets stopping by the church steps/looking up to God like I hope you got a blessing left/

Hook:  
Lord would you listen to me /

moved next door to her family when I was 8

The man she has been living with in Michigan, Thomas Wayne Randle
aged 64, has cut her off from all

where I go (I go)
Fly nigga I put it on wherever I go (I go)
Ballin like a Knick I'm J Randle in the post (Post)
I got power and I move around like ghost

a place you can't go
You could wear your sandles
Bad in any weather
Girl you seasoned like cilantro
Not the MSG I got her guarding like she randle

Tell me

your ass clapped back in these samples

I'm just leading by example
AVS o Alejandro
Ya ni puedo recordarlo
Loosing my marbles
Pero me acuerdo que desde

Yes i'm distant but i'm not in danger
I'm not a hero no I couldn't save her
I tried my hardest but I couldn't change her
Pray to the money this shit

Why Did You Go
Words and music by Lynda Dobbin-Turner

V1
Through a crystal angel a sun ray shines
I stare out the window to pass the time
I feel

I’M STILL MISSING YOU
Music and lyrics by Lynda Dobbin-Turner

V1
There’s a place I go when I need time alone
To sit and talk with you
And there are

on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
I been a baller like Julius Randle
Call me Trae Young the way

I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work every day
I

Married to the money now
Doja is my side chick
No not Cat
I'm a dog that can not fit
Flowing like Niagara Falls
Water on my outfit
Get it
Rapping like I got