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I woke up a day and I thought about you
But my mind was unclear and I didn’t know what to do
You were the ghost in the night hunting me down all

Verse: I'm that lil nigga that was walking down the die daily from La Salle, at that time I was staying on 92nd, summertime I'm moved up on the 4 by

Wake up and start at the 4, grinding and passing the 8
Just wanna give it some more, but Luna is saying it's late
Who spilled the milk in the sky,

the nights I can't decide 'tween getting high or sleeping
I thought by twenty-four
I wouldn't question all affection as if I don't need it

I trust my

Every single night
I find that I lie awake
With nothing on my mind
Except your pretty face
A dangerous design
I know that I need to get away

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon,
Brenda had a baby, I was baby number two,
Out in Box Hill just a baby in the womb,
But now it's

day 
They would come by in December 
While the folks were alive 
With gifts from the money they made 
And they'd talk of the nights neath the bright

Walking up and down the same set of stairs
Day in, night out, not getting nowhere
No friends that call, same four spinning walls
Taking off work

run to the money, nigga, that’s 4 flat
I took that bitch down
She love when that young
Nigga Spaz come around
I know how you feel, you surrounded by

smell
I'm 'bout to hit 4 1 K fuck a 401K
I just posted two pics
That hit a G in one day
And you try to talk me down
But I know that you want it
You want

stop it, yeah
Watch it come and, I can't
Sleep through the night
I got fuckin' insomnia
I be high through the day
In a fantasy world
Like I'm fresh outta

friend to do a drive by
Hit you two times, hes bi
Then fuck you up, homicide
We about that shit all the time
Pull up anytime of day
He'll fuck you two

on the oil.
All-day long you work for a tan,
To glow at night in this magical land of joy
I want to take your higher.

Pre-chorus:

Deep tan, tropical,

and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I

They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by

Open a can pour it in a Vishi glass
Taking sips in between wearing my mask
Crack another four pack of the Hip Hop Craft
Trying to cut back but last night

everything


I used to wanna be the President in 4th grade as a child
Til my teacher said I wasn't smart enough, that was wild
From that day forward, I no

to write this great epic for the benefit of this world.
So He prayed with great devotion to the four headed  God Brahma.
He prayed all day and all night

of belonging
I spit these rhymes late at night
31 with 4 kids, and that's alright
Twenty Se7en and $u$
Holding it down
Us English kids, yeah
We bring it now

where we all can meet

Ahead we've still got a four hour drive
'Til I see those hills I won't be alive
Come on now we've gotta take this chance
Or we'll

to write this great epic for the benefit of this world.
So He prayed with great devotion to the four headed  God Brahma.
He prayed all day and all night

hands
Gave my life away in GP
Four years, that was easy
Sliced a nigga over Keefee
Shit got harder after they released me
Never did a day up in no PC
But

friends

Saturday night the vibe's feeling right
I got my buddies , couple girls sittin' by my side
Two doors, four wheel drive
That's what gets me

I know it's all pointless you can put the point in anything
Like let's see what kinda night 4 blunts and Henny bring
It's 8 billion ways to live