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I'll miss him
A leech like me is livin' off his words just when he give em'
My decency came from native tongues when dea send em' at me
My senior losted

of the war that Christ has won
The TCBC men will go
And live by grace in Christ alone
I'm a youngin' I'm not dumb
And I know everything now
I'm just kidding

What is, always, every, believed by everybody
This nigga, that means I'm here and everywhere
And the art that I've been hearing everywhere is a big

foreign I seen a hater at the bus stop
Asked if he needed a job then told him sit the fuck down
Ay bro that kit hard as hell I'm content
Stupid where I'm

your money but you Live
In your mama house
Sleeping on the couch because
She love you she won't kick you Out
And boy I'm not your mother
You can't sleep

Challenged boy but awfully gifted
Papa said "You got a light"
Trynna reach some of wisdom
He preach and teach
So when he leave this earth I know I'll miss him

on where he left of and to bring him back
So she joined the Army and they sent her to Iraq”

CHO
Among the heirlooms we find the fabric of our lives
Hidden

asking why the twenty-fours keep dying
Packing heat in the two seater
Drive by shooting took his heart beat
Memento Mori dead man's party
All the ones that

to a team
I got a wish right here for riches speeding cars until I lose that fear
They judge a person by the face, the race, and sometimes the rear
Well

hope my absence got something to teach you
Had to remind myself that I'm a catch, I can't be attached
Aspirations slashed by someone I thought was my

Catch a charge
We gon beat it cause we ain't involved
Missed your call
I was busy i had missed your call
Im surrounded by drama & them oppas
I try to do

then what you got that ass for
And nah we don't compare ma yo baby daddy cash short
My boy ah damn near drink that shit by the damn quart
He gone have

a way
To figure things out. It will be ok
Got to stay strong. That's what I would say
Tell our son that I loved him dearly
Play this song so that he can

of my feelings
Get so high i stand on ceilings
Live my life i ain't go no limits
Fucking these hoes in abandoned buildings
When i catch a nut my favorite

Yeah, the 8Syde this is not the Caymans
Reporting live from the town of Spain
Civilians dying by association, gang affiliated
While everybody profiling

a time I was great and unstoppable
There went the blade to my back undermined by the truth
My gut tells me you're hiding something
You left me nothing but

to be saying with you
Ah, fuck
I make the boy dance
Tell him get his bitch out my pants, and she don't suck it up with no hands
I'm tryna count bands
B.

a few times
Probably just at inopportune times

I never press rewind
That's by design
If you don't get the gist on the first time
Wouldn't be the first

finna tax em

I'm back up in the city with the vidibes
Never go out swinging that's a good eye
All this shit I'm preaching gotta live by
Throwing extra

live without
Grateful for my circle cause I couldn't do this by myself
Thankful cause you know I need em
Stare at me like a museum
She know I rap
So I

I swore to God and called him pops
I'm really eager to drop some bars and get some money
Ten rand a day, I buy some bread and fill my tummy
My life in

cycle
Fawning then you buy all
The things you think I want
Then you tell me that it's my fault
Finally done with this shit
I just want out of the loop

it this travelling is my therapy
I'm heavily addicted to this manner of living
And you can tell me what you want a fuck I still won't be giving
I'm

a boxer
Meanwhile 10 minutes ago I just learnt to sit up straight
My parents were like 'oh we're gonna have to break his heart
and tell him he'll never do