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yo city n***a?)

Area code 225 (Shout out to the boot my n***a)
You know 225 all the way live n***a (Shout out to the boot)

(Tell them how you feel

As a light starts to emerge over the horizon 
I sit and think to myself
Is it really me?

Am I really bound by earthly woes?
Trials and tribulations that day

before I drown
His father said, "You gotta live this down to get your crown

You cannot escape the hardships in this life 
Trust me son I've given you

As I lie here awake
My sorrows drain me away 
I don't know what tomorrow 
Has in store for me 
This life we live
Can change so quick 
And the things

and Dan Dare
The Beast of Bodmin to Milk Wood
It's elementary my dear Watson
You don't have to have lived in order to live on

We ride in the company

time someone's there
Yet I sense that it's different
Wonder why that is
Wait, why am I thinking

Weeks go by
Passing nights
Sleeping tight
Like we

and the grief 
And the names we call others, our sisters and brothers
 
What will we do if the hand really comes down?
Divided by choice in our pushed away voices

to give back
Hustle to stay right
Sellin weed by the day
And rappin like every night
Shawty I wanna live
Travel to see the world
Bring smiles to kids
Fuck

talk that shit if I live it, seen it or, I been in it
Yeah you might be winning that's now but I'm Kanye off the Henny congrats Ima let you finish
Yeah,

for this
Talk about the exodus and how they took the best of us
Tell our people how they made it from Thailand
Chained to slave ships that were made by

The reason we live in treason is due to demons and plight
Created by an elites who leaves us die
Leave us die
Yeah Leave us to fry
Beautiful minds 
I

actor editor Whole shit
Working harder
To cover up that i don't know Shit
Pull a hoe quick
No dough i get her open
And go split
This the opening theme

some popping artist who really aint paid I know some rappers who talk a big game but don't live the same
365 I'm on the grind momma raised a hustler

In the air the talk is April
Where the blue light birds are singing 
Like a chorus line of small bells ringing 
High in the trees above

All the sounds

minute
I won't let worry define me

This serves as a reminder not to talk yourself out of happiness
If life is good, be content
Don't be so hard on past

And then I went back and spent the rest at the bar
Besides, the house I'm paying you for is falling apart
I could go live on skid row and that'd be just

less
But they don't fuck with it
When they mama come pick'em up
Comparing they lives to motherfuckers livin' up
To the hype and the psyche
Of the wicked

You can't go back 
The first time I saw you 
I knew I saw you 
But I didn't say it 
Cause I didn't have the balls to
So now I'm living by myself

Real talk Willie, I want dollars
Thanksgiving here I want my wallet on collards
Baby need scholarships, mama need heels,
My family need a house

right
24 hours talking all night
Same clothes two days screaming trap life
Win by any means you got that right
Tryin eat like Feed me Seymour
Don't make

death
Ain't no more talkin', I won't waste my breath
Ever the irony, nigga say less
I'll let music talk, it comes from my heart
It just so happen it's

a scene (like a little baby)
In a social situation you can hide your frustration
But you can’t hide all the lies that you live by
Bleeding dishonesty with

White wine with the lobster claws
Big bills gated house think I work for Microsoft
I sell tracks like I can talk fast
Roll up my pain and I ash
Too many

Swallow glances from the air you're breathing, wash the streets with footprints as you walk by
Black sunset hides the light you're seeing
Never sleep