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swept aside
And others did not stay
You were always by my side
Always had magic to say

V.3		Sinbad sails and Pegasus flies
Some things I never want

the overhead
All my niggas struggling with baggage up to shoulder length
All of my niggas had it up to here with being broke as shit
All of me is over it
Do st

the rules of the game
The rules I was taught never change niggas like Kidd never change
I always go outta my way to make sure all my niggas is straight
If my

was always platonic
Now you booping
Slide by like a nigga never knew you
Came thru new whip with a new boo
Going hard like mufuqin chewblue
like

I’m in pain rescue me, by your saving power, 
This valley of death, world’s darkest hour.
Then I will praise God’s name in singing, 
And give him

was so defining 
I got no reasons for my loss
I blame it on the drugs 
You never liked me smoking 
But i rolled up anyways 
Regardless you had my back

Steady keeping it a G I’m Clement Isong on a Note
I aint never writing bars I scribble shit that they could quote
Cause all these rappers near

bitches like me, imma keep declinin'
Keep my blues like I'm St. Louis
Diamonds bussin' on my watch, this ain't fake news
Keep that Ciroc, buy a new Glock
No

Yo, check, a neutral tone villain I
Don't serve either side
I observe both killin' shit is
Weak I just distance enemies
You from St pete but we never

smash it fast, I'll never regret it
I gotta snatch it back, and take what's mine
She know my sign, she turn me on
But know I gotta keep my brothers by my

Neph the best to do it
Never back down from a challenge I keep pressing through em

Hold up

Pistol hot inside my drawls I ride for the cause
Living life

am who I am hate it or love it
If you don't have a budget I ain't budging
You might never see us out in public
We behind the scenes like production

Been giving fucks for a while now I don't
Bad energy I just kick out the door
I ain't never done a whole verse off the dome
Finna just write shit

I'm the writer of your tracks
And you is the ghost
Thinking you more powerful then st Patrick
I'm Kanan, so let me leave a note
Of this book
Inspired by

1st verse
Me na have no punk in a me gang
Rock will city trying fi be a beter man
From the gutta from the struggle from the starvation
never sell out we

Throwing stones at my feet, it feel like pebbles
I never needed EDD, to feel special
He told you he was gon' slap you and you let him
If it was me, I

shawty ha ha
We never took the summer off nigga 
Never took the winter off nigga 
Never took the spring off nigga 
How the fuck can we fall off 
Sugaman

he who struggles in the ghetto
Surrounded by evil but still never settle
Drinking and smoking with nothing to do
I was confused too I was youuuu
Then I

black wealth
Rocking hand me downs, I really used to get laughed at
Time changed, how you get verified on that CashApp? Never had much when I got it,

Life Happened

Tammy Cochran

Totally Country, Vol. 2

2002

car well
He never lost a race on Windy Hollow Rd.
By the time he turned 18 he was the Georgia dirt track king
Proudly sponsored by the local Texaco

another jay
Close my eyes and I meditate
Tryna find a way
Lord, open up my third eye
Take the nine away
By the way I'm in pain
I just let it hide away

something she can yam on if she want an entrée
I still love my hood bitch, I'll never change
Broke pussy, rich pussy, all feel the same
New pussy good,

to die by bullets
But how could you complain

We demand justice for Breonna and George
I pray that you rest well when I was locked
I witnessed a murder

make the cities both screams
Lil' Knocc Out hitter, help me solve this
We shinin', never had peace
Celebrate the victory, runnin' with it flawless
Gonna