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don't talk to me like a child
Treat me like king of the town
I don't need crown
Just you by my side
Me and yo vibe
And We gone be alright
This feeling I

off my wordplay
Bitch I'll drop you like the pounds I've been picking up
And the beats that I make got me acting up
Going off, getting rough, take

i remain in rebuttal
The only time they let you win is when you stay in they bubble
Naw
How that work man I'm gonna do better
When they said skies

money like you pay the grave
Chopping up an onion but you only got a paper plate
I buy 'em by the pound and
Wait, we're surrounded
Hop down, we block

on low cash
Been a chicken fighter son
I've seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, bustin' real-ass
S-10s with truck covers
Hauling twenty pounds

Here I am
Still hangin on sweet memories
Here I stand
And the past seems so pristine
Here I am
Embraced by warm nostalgia
Here I stand
And the future

eyes
Every time I endlessly try (yeah)
Destined to defy the deafening cries desolate
Demonstrate all temperaments excel despite deficits

ain't shit change

She said cool what time
I said 'round nine
When the shift change

I been blocking all night
Selling za by the pound

Babygirl its

it up off the floor
Get it and Break it down I am my side of town
Partners ain't looking for ounces they cop it by the pound
They know all we blow is

tequila anejo
So it's still brown
Spread my wealth and my health
Gotta make it count
Only pound that we'll take is a dap from my niggas its else and I

sensitve, you say the truth? It hurt dem
Fi write good songs, dem can't find a word
But full o' lectures, when time 'dem surrounded'
By the 'yes men', cause

this path, dodging readied bombs 
Here we on, dancing on a field full of Betty mines
Ready I’m, chicken taking shitlings on these petty minds
Every time

- It's only one Power Strip. Yeah.  Eric when I write, I'm ruthless, yeah   Sweet potato souffle, dining at Ruth's Chris   Thousand pounds of loud,

called a nerd.
This is primary, legendary, like my crew buss bamboo 
Long time my friend I have been telling you,
Shots to lik off them sound boy head.

Run the streets just like a drop out I'm in the function with that Glock out
Hold on, stop it, say it's time out On her head tryna see what that top

claim cause im really up now)
Serving by the cake cause he giving good pound
On to the next fuck who the main now
The lies niggas tell I don't give a fuck

this batch white as the QAnon

I moved them four by four like a Rubicon
And the strength between my crew, man, it's too defined
Cops sweat us, my homies

bottle
Try to drown the dreams

And I'll prepare the ground
Everything is coming down
And I don't want your crown
Everything is coming down

Waiting by

Yo little boy
I find time passing fast
Maybe iz de Johnnie Walker! (Big up my small island massive)
Fire water! (Big up my Lucia gang)
Hennessy! (Iz

Make and Break Harbour

Stan Rogers

Fogarty's Cove

moved to the cities
And the ones left behind, old, tired, and blind
Can't work for "a pound or a penny".

Chorus:

In Make and Break Harbour

Outside the garden hole
Dug by jampot scott in the morning
I put in the box
That was full of me
Inside the time capsule
Pennies, pounds and a baby me

repent at all friend - tall friend

Only weak when it's not found
Measured by the pound a heavy load man
and it's fine land
Promised land, an old tin can

Six foot six stood on the ground, weighted 235 pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love
He was the kind of man who'd

Tears can no longer fall
Fear dwells inside my mind
Pound my head against the wall
For what I want I cannot find
Wishing each night
That my dreams