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our lives away
Plane leaves at five so write Some letters and say your Goodbyes
I know you shouldn't go storm is Headed down the road
Takes time to know

feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't

the expectancy to survive and live to be sixty five? (Huh?)
It hasn't really felt the same in the game since Riky died (Yeah)
I tried to be dignified
In pain, so

and make the truth in all we see

Verse 1:
I can be what you need from me
Make life so sweet that it bleeds honey
So honey, take my hand, all five fingers
I

Touch my brotha, I'm riding
Mama I'm tired, but I'm holding on
Road long, but I'm hopeful
Me and my dawgs still going
Watching these other niggas

anticipating your reply

But I know that games like this have a price
Five years down the road won't be playing so nice
As we suffer the ills of another cold

Let's go

No matter how we vote it's
Bomber jacket v cold weather
Cold world frustrated some of us
Is cope better
I work the block like coke to it

In my zone hey yeah yeah

Seh mi neva love di Five-O
Deh pon road but mi haffi break di cycle
All we need is guidance more time
In the dark you can

André

Dead Obies

Dead.

2019

I be in it to win it, whipping and whipping
I live in the kitchen, I hang by the stove
Eat with my fingers, I don't need utensils
I eat with my

the 5th
'Cause on the regular niggas get pitched
T got touched one time and he died
Rimz got touched nine times and he lived
Road diversion, tape off

you blessed and you destined

Put the coupe into drive, I been poor most of my life
Now I'm orderin' Louis and fives, we the wave, we the tide
Tell

with his kids
Ain't getting no pass
That's one opp dead but that ain't
The last, we got one, finna get out of class
Pop right by school, we on his ass
We

I live in a mansion
These niggas are mad, I'm countin' these bags while I sit in a Phantom
Word to my jewellers, I spent quarter mill' on my wrist

1965 and my Father’s at the wheel, elbow outside
I have felt so much

Out onto an open road, try to live within a code, you try
Some days love is easy,