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help it 
Roaming down the same old road can feel helpless
Just know you were never alone 
So Let me tell it, because you know that...

Life ain’t nothing

Back in the day I was a good off the head rhymer
I'm free flowing
Now she showing me some teeth
I don't know where this is going but I'm hoping that

with my own life
We will destroy your fucking world like you did with your lies
And If you fascist fucker try to tell me what to do
I'll abort this

Been filling a vault
I can tell you fake loyal by the way That you talk
I need a shawty down to ride but still Willing to walk
If you ever look back

A Few Good Men

T-Bone

Bone-A-Fide

2005

to fight back, so when they say who?s that, tell em It?s just the king of the conscious rap. 

Hook:
See all we need is just a few good men,
'cause ain't

Noooooooh, nana nana nono
Baby failed way. Girl let me tell u, that you stay away
waaaa wéeey, yeah long, yeah looong. Wuéeeey 

Chorus: 
Since you

fede, we ain't stressing on what we can't control
So if you're really with it vele just let me know
I walk into a building then it's a happy home
I'm bout

you know I came to play
By the rules I made mistake
Is it too much you can take?
You bring white wine
Let me bring the liquor baby
Gonna have a good

going to know
When to go slow
You're gonna keep chasing
You're too scared to face it
You let me go
How's that girl?
That one you told be bout that night

Damn dog 
(What's good bro?)
This is me spilling everything on this track 
(For real?)
Yeah this my emotions right here
This from the heart

to spend on Polk
Miss the good days man he used to crack all the jokes
Only with the gang and behind me they want all the smoke
But no cap my mans was

tell me how your day went by
Remember those late night phone calls
Remember the photographs that we clicked all the time
It feels like yesterday
I beg

and form and nothing else
No world to die but make fit for herself
A practice in new logics is good health
It's nonsense to think
There is any meaning
If all

that
I fell in love with the grind
I tell em trust in the time
Eliminate doubt from ya mind
Look back and be proud of the climb
Stand out in a crowd by

the limit
Hard to see you from here fruits of my labor plant the roots in there
Check the temperature you should never tell me boy you talking to a timber

shit you rein' up with, I spent that on some flip-flops

Funny-ass niggas postin' videos on TikTok
Nigga, I mean business, you can tell by my wristwatch

know the whole damn day she gon' be dreaming bout returning
So don't waste your time
Don't don't waste your time
Fuckboi, fuckboi's body
In a fuckboi's

 that's dots gotta carry home
Them days I got the drop on them
And mum's tryna tell man hoover the stairs
We ain't reach that block
But we saw them there so

like I’m Shaq

Splat I fuck her so good she attached 
Splat she try lovk me down nah relax
Splat she come off the head like a hat
Splat  I’m leavin it

good
Respect
Tell me how real is that
my homie
called, told me
he
coming through
Like "Yo what up, why you back bruh?See
you should be laying tracks
with

when I'm interviewing
Me and Prof, we got bud by the bunch
It's an all-nighter, go pack a lunch nigga

Drop it down, fuck it up, spread 'em out, back

my boxers
I feel like the man I do, I do
Say a prayer to God, f-forgive me for the things I do
Three pistols outside
I can talk my shit, say

recall ordering

Signed my name in a straight line
And gave back the pen
You could tell by the way he said “good day”
He wasn’t lost again

All around you

Rome

Dan Bern

Dan Bern

1997

A good bitch of the nile
So real to the end
Nothing left to defile
And me in the middle
Along for the ride
The unwilling distraction
From familiocide