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where he should stop, and always stays too long
And can't let go, and thinks too much, and never stops to breathe
And always finds a way to talk about

high and I've been low, save me San Francisco
Beverly hills is where I want to be right now
It won't be no different when were old and past our prime
You

one
It's been a minute but they fighting to the finish
Our country ain't Finnish, it's just run by a bunch a bitches
Yo lets not diminish what these

couple years that caught me by surprise
But that shit too deep to go in detail I gotta summarize
So I'm bout seven, it's 2005
A year before 2004, my

Wait till the toke hit
Bitch tryna smoke it
In the ocean
God is the hostess
We the kingdom
Bitch I don't post it
Let me plan it
Drive till we landed

for the hills, or chill in my pad and wait
Yo am I about to die, should I call my mom and cry
Think I need to hit the bone, let a moment pass by
Oh shit

can't give it up
Yeah I told FREERACKS let his sentence up
An all that fake shit around me had to get it out
And yeah they tried to shit on me had to move

no kick back
Run it up these rackz my get back
No est gee my lick back
Stay on point just hurry up n grip that
Glock 21 let me get that
Lil ole boy got

the endless basement

But it's time to let go of this
And everything else that goes with it
I thought it'd be easier than this

You said it once
Please say

them
"Oh be strong and don't let go!"
And if I was like the mountain
I would sing to all these hills
Oh and they would know my story and my song
Oh

them
Oh Be strong and don't let go

And if I was like the mountain
I would sing to all these hills
Oh and they would know my story and my song
Oh

of mine

Colts trod the meadow
Down to the hill
Your eyes stare on me
Right through the halos
Calm on my face
But I'm not OK
How am I supposed to say
I'm

me and my bitch
Other niggas is phoney you know me I'm my OG
Owner off in the police
Let the bitch leave, bye bye
Connect is the plug, wifi
East coast

go legit
Got a cousin locked up, he can't even see his kids
Got a cousin selling drugs, 'bout to join the family biz
Cooking up the dope, like it's

Let me share with you a nightmare that has passed
Deep in the woods where I ran with the pack
Over nocturnal hills and through the undergrowth
We´re

delayed?
Yeah
Now this is how I pray
Hold me Lord so I no go sway
With all the Delilah's too keep me at bay
My mind keeps wandering let it stay

Lead the way

the queen of me, on my arm
Strolling up and down the hills once more
All high and drunk on wine
A wholesome party of two

And when the sun returns
Into

the three
But the fact is every shot is blocked by me
I dont even know how to dribble or shoot
But I can beat your ass even if I played in a suit
If I was

mother in me by the way I deal with envy
My father had a temper so don't tempt me
Play these nigga gently tired shaking up they ego
Got em being cordial

my own spiritual crossword
Puzzle, letting go of my muzzle,
Guiding me to the cards that have been delt,
Giving me the power to reshuffle 
My deck

what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout

tryna say is/
So many pple provoking me don’t let me fall victim to hatred/
Bottom line is i ain’t got time for distractions in too focus/ 
For them

Rap Style 
Verse 1 (Jiggy Jamz):
Ayo we could go to war son, belive that,
Let me see you run shit with a bullet in your kneecap,
My city filled with

559, Kings County, Lemoore stand up
Elevate
Oh you don't know how?
Shit
Let me show you
Everyday I send a prayer up into the sky Waiting for