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must die
Don’t you ever be a med tech, kid
It’s the miserablest thing
And the manager’s prick swings
Like a molester’s thing
’til you lie hit by it like

bitch get outta my face
I don't wanna date you over AIM
Trying me on MySpace come over to my place
We could do it every day
To my way by biscuit the limp

the fault
They speak of milk and honey but
Im getting water and salt
Let me retort: it ain't a sport
They lie by default more promises of hope
More blood

waves
Military style dreadlocks
Buns and faux locks
Extensions and wigs
It can get expensive
That's where it gets relentless
We about this It's me

then we Identical
Is it a, place where I can find space
Jupiter, can use the rings let my Mind race
Watch us get pounds, only way Time wait
And it freeze

cha nitwit shit posting
She down for the licks and spit roasting
Know when it's time to dip or to get ghostin’
On a trip coasting
Like some nomads with

Did I mention?
Yeah
Hold on
Therapy sessions, did I mention
This is what I do when my mind gets stressin (Yes)
I'm a weapon, look at myself I don't

none other than reaper
In a rage, a fit, i told him lets be clearer
Oh but reaper no, oh reaper no, dont get too
Close, dont get too close please reaper

pain that god don't get
Empty no blood to shed
I'd like to just trip in bed
Feel the colours all over me, exhale  let my soul go free
Come with meee
Weee

be about that bread and that cheddar cheese
Hustling by any means
I got big dreams for a big screen
And every ghetto yute know what I mean
Don't let me

none of that's around
That's who you really is
So keep your head up
Peace be beloved
And don't let nobody try to tell you what's up
Cause they quick

You don't even know what to say
You've got your eyes up in the sky
Thinking you're disguised
You've got nothing on the clock
At two am
Blinded by

Choppa look good with the knife
Beam look good with the pipe
Scope look good with the rife
Put you in frame end you on sight
LET ME ROLL UP bABY I

pussy tight
Yeah she want it all ways, show her how to do it right
You had such long day, let me eat you out tonight
You can have it your way, make a list

Let the screen bleed, burn the psyche

I get it, I said, "I fucking get it"
Reminded of my fuck ups with the flash of an image
The ghost of my

don't care what you bout
I jus wanna get paid get cake then I'm out
Give good brain good face gimme mouth
Eat good food, smoke good through the drought

I

her to be faithful 
Do you know the code that we roll by? 
Don't say nothing 
I'll take your soul sing you a lullaby 
You're fast asleep 

Empty stomach

There's a line outside of the only bar
That would let you in
No time to check your chin
I'm staring from the car just to see who wins
Go get your

that
Who's there
Yo get da door
Show who's boss
You are a strong one (am I)
You are the kind one (am I)
Do not let anyone stop you now
Could I do it
Rrr

Heartache to Heartache


We chase our dreams, they slip away
We get ‘em back in our children’s play
We tell ourselves there’s still tomorrow, when,

Yeah I'm a good old school believer
Raised by wolves not gonna hide, nah
Ain't no hustle giving me the fever
Get on my good side if you wanna ride

getting paid
By my lonely
Bitch you phony
Please don't come home
Please

I know that I should take the high road
Forgive forget and just let you go
I know I'm only hurting me by staying this angry
But forgiveness is so

dipping toes in fatal danger
Uuuuh, i wanna see you whole again
Uuuuh, you gotta let me in
Darling mrs. heartbreak, can you stand upright? 
Dear mrs.