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Big homie (crip) , big cat (Garfield)
Lil nigga (one-fifty) don't play
Better be where you say you're from lil nigga
(yeah)
We don't gang bang just for

one
On the wings of your shoulders
I am asking you to handle me with care

Street angel on the doorstep, says
Let it flow, girl
Travel with discretion

focus on my passion
Gotta focus on the goal
But in my heart I love you
You gotta heart full of gold

Not a day goes by
I'll never forget
How much you

the message, It's the messenger, True
Meanwhile these rappers promoting satan then sell it to you
Ooof
I go by words of the most high
So don't try, you know i'm

The Whistle Song

Chiddy Bang

Peanut Butter and Swelly

2011

Don't give your number out, them ladies probably never dialing
You can't fade me, motherfuck your barber
I got a life coach and the skills way harder

incredible the regular with everything I do
Rocking city after city, I fuck bitches by the few
It's futile so don't go against me
My energy never lose

love yoself
Dont ask me for no money
Baby
You should really find yo wealth

And them niggas neva played man i still
Ride roun by myself

I aint askin for

me glowin' Even at night I still can't sleep
Try to close my eyes and still see green Remember that day red beams at three
By the age of 4  PTSD

Hit you with my pain then I vibe with it
Gotta 45 with a set of fries with it
Had to lose it then go and get it back
Found my life right down by

the walking (Walk)
I got that blicky on me so you better watch your language (No cap)
Don't try to act this rap shit
I stopped smoking weed cos I knew my blunts

can't get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary, it sits by the bedside table
The curtains are

Here we go 
You say you don't love me no more
I know
It happened just like this before

Take it slow
The way it goes is just the same
Far down low

Sin for a Season

Steve Taylor

Now the Truth Can Be Told

1994

Sin For A Season

There's a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin
"come on up and see me" is scribbled with a gold pen
"but you'd better ring

Found my balance and it turned my life into a dream
Ain't no feature film you cannot see me on the scream

Speed off from the scene inside the rocket
Tool

one
When you Google my name, the page will not be found
Can't get above ground, not makin' a sound

Wander these halls, I don't wanna be found
May I

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah
Bitch I been ill
Rockin' Been Trill
You don't wanna come in fuck me?
Bet yo friend will
Geek up by my lonely
Never split no damn

and see tonight
Through the haze
That look on your face

Wait a minute 
Let the world just pass us by
Light me up 
Make me feel good 
Boy what you got

the passport
Ecuador, might not ever see me anymore
Give the streets what they ask for
Fast forward, just keep rolling like a Rav 4
Bad boy, book the space,

they Lamar Jackson with it 
Well they coming out of pocket
So if you pull up better stop it
When they step back and drive-by like a rocket
Put the bass

a creature

You is a pussy boy
Sit on the bleacher

I know these niggas be really some eaters
Too far ahead you can't catch up by meters
Stop it
Boy stop it
I

Dallas making plays I might change my name to Dak
Country boy I want a Chevy don’t give a fuck about no skat

I put trust into my steppas 
Aint no doubting

game you’ll fall in love, once u get the wood
Ima rockstar, living on a thot block
Fifty ?? in my crib boy they all knocked out
Hugh Hefner woulda tried

Boy you acting like your hella tough man you better sit back
Boy your mad at me because im getting money
I'll put your ass in the back of the cadillac

on you can tell by my clothes
12 know to cut them lights off cause they not gone catch me
This srt fuck up the road
Nigga had that bankroll bout 2 years