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People rise up and take ya stand 
Don't let the devil lead you by the hand 
Marching over to the promised land and 
Zion gates are open to everyone

Holdin' me back
Gravity's holdin' me back
I want you to hold out the palm of your hand
Why don't we leave it at that?

Nothin' to say
When

I’ve never felt so lonely Strung out and all alone Drunk on a Monday morning Staring at my telephone
I’ve felt the stars aligning Touched by their

will part, but never by your hand
Now I resent the failure within my reflection and all it shows
(I see what I know)
And all the love I was never shown

claim you down from
That way? Don't know hustle, man
(How?) think he cap on
I can't let him get the upper hand
Out here
Can't shit make a man like

it
I pray to brighten up your world, for real
So if you want it, I demand it, know it

Single father but I'm all hands on deck
When it's that
I swear

Give me my space
Unless you wanna see em I get
Deep when I'm about to click
Giving hands to your face ain't too much
Niggas done got me back

ran 
With scissors in hand 
I'm so young
That was straight dumb of me
Head out of the sand 
Now I understand
And I'm numb
I was undone when you

ran 
With scissors in hand 
I'm so young
That was straight dumb of me
Head out of the sand 
Now I understand
And I'm numb
I was undone when you

ran 
With scissors in hand 
I'm so young
That was straight dumb of me
Head out of the sand 
Now I understand
And I'm numb
I was undone when you

ran 
With scissors in hand 
I'm so young
That was straight dumb of me
Head out of the sand 
Now I understand
And I'm numb
I was undone when you

ran 
With scissors in hand 
I'm so young
That was straight dumb of me
Head out of the sand 
Now I understand
And I'm numb
I was undone when you

ran 
With scissors in hand 
I'm so young
That was straight dumb of me
Head out of the sand 
Now I understand
And I'm numb
I was undone when you

was just dreamin'

Cruising down the street yelling "look ma
No hands" me and the neighborhood kids
Wearing off brand t-shirts and tennis shoes
Playing

my hands 'round her throat
Nigga must thought I wasn't gon'
Be Big Boss C4, Now find the joke
Still gotta deposit this check from Rolling
Loud, gotta

bowls straight through London
Popular, high in demand
But if Olinda puts one foot wrong
Comes out with severed hands, so

Buckle up the death toll is

head home and cry

True love
Yeah
True love
Is it some kind of place?
True love
Any other way
True love
Show me the way

I met him by the well
No words

three billion heads
Through noise and movement, filth is revealed
I can smell the decaying musk
Stale breath reeks of lust and violence
And shaking hands

Yeah it's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein
Peep the way I'm designed
With the 9 by the waistline
Don't waste your time

rap niggas CB4
Open ceremonies you've never seen before
I'm the king of the kings
Hand me the oohwop, Lord
And watch me do my thing

I put a hole in

promise I'll be gone

It's just something I'm missing
It's in those blue eyes of yours
Please take my hand and Ill follow you home
Dig your nails into my

them views from the 6, in my whip plates
Understand I'm the man up in this state
Got a 40 on my hand, so you know I stay safe
I walk a nigga down, homie

practice
I got too many motherfucking songs
Up under the mattress
Situation at hand, these motherfuckers
Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine
Even though I

and Fiji water
Let me put some speed up on her
No pourin' in the 2 liters homie
Ain't nobody sippin' by me
Full house still seekin' lonely
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