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that’s different you threatened and it’s obvious  

Sine I was eleven I stood out like I’m a pop quiz 

You have been the same, only surrounded by softness

She tells me inhale hold it
Exhale the stress
Right by my side whether
Im at my worst or best
Wish i could have you wit me
When in peace i rest
Sour

a vibe without me in
I was on a downward slope
Man it felt like skiing
Then I got back up
Like I'd taken a knee and
I could never bow
To another MC
But

in a nine to five
The clock ticks as I watch my life go by
Left lonely with nothing to loose
This blow up doll will have to do

And I'm trying to make

Got to the party about 5 o’clock
With a bottle of Jack and a bag of blow
Lit my cigarette feeling real good
met this chick out by the pool
She said I

Reverse the feeling

The crisis
That nasty jealousy
You never really rid of it
You let it blow your life away
Until you end up

Rotting in the shit
In

didn’t die (Like I didn’t die, didn’t die)
Resurrected by a fantasy
It’s plain to see a fallacy
Up in them stars is where I be
I’m free like a floating bee

Liberty

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

where the wizard was N'sync and I was Conan
I sliced 5 necks at the stem
Laced the mic with see-4 set to blow when Usher Raymond begin
Then stuck my Tim's

appeal
Looked at your diamonds you claim that shit dancing that shit not forreal
Whole damn show
Five star frog splash
Snow low blow
Gotta catch'em all

To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born;
Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' died
Moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same

Talk to me tomorrow when I'm fresh
Right now I ain't tryna stress
If I'm fucked up again try next
Next day I'll do it

Till I die
Till I die, till I

out decimal conglomerate
Laughing at you buzzards blind to who you following
Keep a bad chick she blow heads
That's my Desert Eagle buddy fold up
Ate em

like I'm mystic 
I'm a witch stupid bitch don't get it twisted 
You a ho ass fuck boy chop you up like bok choy 
Bitch you getting pressed soon as I get

hope
Making sure they'll remember (uh)
Who's Dec Dope

And every step by step
That I take with John
I see two shoes
Take it becomes one (love)

A.V

You're my life Clementine (say I'm wrong)
You're alright and I'm on fire (know the cause)
I wanted to blow up until your face showed up
How the hell am I

Gripping the forty five and it blow your spine
We came here to die
Look in to your eyes
Why you scared boi
Now you cold boi
Smoking antidote just

them racks out
Baby let me blow your back out
I got it mapped out
Had a good time till I blacked out
Don't do no capping
Instagram that bitch a catfish
I

Music - Trappy 808
Engineered by Trappy 808

[Hook - Sky 38]

Munda Moody Munda Moody
Every night aapa bahar, Saadi rooh vi
Munda Moody Baggy hoodie

Yeaa, uh
Uh, u-uh
Yeaa, u-u-uh
Yeaa, uh
Uh, u-u-uh
Uhh, uh
Yup

I don't trust a soul
I do all that shit by myself
Okay I'm lying
Got like 5 partners

was five figures
Soul suspended in silver, invoice A. Richter
Ay, Nigga
I was given this world, I didn't make it
This a crazy place
Babyface with

No Pigeons

Sporty Thievz

Street Cinema

1998

Nada  Franchise 
Nada  Shotcallers 
Yeah  Sporty Thievz  Sporty Thievz 
Uh huh  nada 

A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by 
My rimmed up blue

Fuck you, bitch, I'm here all by myself
I tried the belt
But couldn't get it tight enough
So I smoke the blunt, my lungs are rust
My brain is dust

you in the night
Always look like you are high
You don't have a 9 to 5
You don't need to wait in line
One kiss, two kiss, oh hi, baby what's up
How are

you'd pull up on me
But you've yet to come by
Injected with lies, infected with rhymes
What is it that you do, come and please remind
I'm the type