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of my 9-5 
I would wake up and wanna die 
I rather get to the studio and get High 
That's the type of shit 
We had to do to get by

Stuck in my ways
I

If I loose it's a win
But I don't know if I can do this again
In the studio mind racing fast with no pen
They say they want the real me But that shit

are love
We ain’t perfect
But
All we can do is be better you know
Just hear me out
Ayo
Don’t believe the hype
You never had to alter your image to get

busting out the safe is when I feel relief
Hennessy killing me
Baby you can trust in me
Got a black hole for a heart damn I swear nothing left in me

life to live
Just don't settle
One life I'm a live forever
Stand for something
Fall for nothing, no
Rest In Peace to the dead
That's on my soul
You only

a scuffed human
Scuffle with the law it's unjust what they're just doing, fuck em'
How can you be mad at me when I say that
How many damn Instagram videos you

Rule

Nas

Like Mike [Original Soundtrack]

2002

women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you

way to your loving
Never judge a book by its cover
For the worst scars they might can not be recover
Remember you tellin me you were sad last summer
But

acceptance is a whole other lesson
I'm not used to saying “ex”; it’s killing me inside
I see you smile at a text, remember when they were mine?
Even though

I'm surrounded by.
If life was a paint I would paint it black
The human condition makes me feel sad.

Life is a paint, and I paint it black.
They roll

Who the fuck are you?
Stay the fuck away from me

I want to love myself but
Memories are killing me
I want to live but all the years
That came before

nights, and fly things
From my dreams, in wide screen
When life threw dirt in my eyes, seen the studio as Visine
By nineteen niggas checkin out at light

Pac, Dre, Tyler, Lamar, Earl and Derrick Rose
Mental slavery, made in school is not for made for me
They don't tell the story of black blood

Don't believe in love no More 
Loving you is a no no
I won't be caught up by Bitches 
I'm saving up for new Switches 
Thoughts of you were Fictitious

wetter
All I do is yell and pedal to the metal
Ima roll in any weather
Rock and roller
In a lincoln to the studio
Will not let me go
More and more
Push it

Fuck you regione, you make me wanna die
When you get McDonald's, you eat the French fries
Never use the ketchup, why would you
Got so much in common,

idiots
Of a universal opinion
Failing to figure
The times in which we're living in
What it is to be African
In the 21st century
In the era determined
By

The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I

myself back 
Falling for set traps
Stuck in the mindset
That people like me don't have ideas
And people like me won't see next year
But that was fear
In

by the way that they messing their cadences
Why you put me at they level that's messed up in every sense
Half a sneeze up on the beat, I say ahh

(Rock) Superstar

Cypress Hill

Body Parts

2000

Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being

When we're  going six feet under the ground
And by that time all you live for is really gonna count
When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around

Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't

to
Ghetto studio and crime
For all that we've lost still
The essence is preserved
Through beats, sound, stages
Dope energy and words (And words)

Salute in