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still don't notice 
Can't loose focus just know the beat is where my hope is


Surrounded by the tragedy actually it's quite atrocious 
They glorify

thing on my hip
Another dead opp roll him up like a zig and then deuce him in a spliff
Who the fuck is you, run up everyone on IG commenting RIP
I keep

He's the better version that's for certain
Know I got my flaws baby you make me feel perfect
Love when your around take my love you deserve it
Spend

By living like Jesus straight in they face
God is dope man, He isn't dead
He isn't a mean God
You was just raised to think He was mad
But now it's time

hand in hand across the land.

Two texts, two paths, but our journey is one,
Under the Southern Cross, where the silver ferns run.
We'll keep the fires

a plan, not to work for uncle sam
A hood, a hoodlum mack
In fact, a male version of a female mack
He has money and everything
That comes with it a PYT playa

Crush n smokin these frontos
Spliff scrolled like the bible
An imperfect version of gods clone
And when we ride we be loaded though
All these fans want

Two hearts we go together, yea we blended a fuse 
I'm just an artist to my feelings but you lended a muse 
And without you by my side I defeat whole

thoughts can run wild
You told me I was going to hell
Spoke down on me
You prayed I would fail
I'm having an epiphany
I Am STILL HOLY
Chasing another version

Line em up against the wall
It goes run walk crawl

We're runnin' and we're walkin' and
We're crawlin' and we're wising up
We're runnin' and we

Crack

Cassidy

I'm a Hustla

2005

Crack! for the money you know how we play, we flip that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we move that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for

Yeah he all about the money
That's how we get down
Got a bag ready for me
Every time I come around
Been trapping by the pound
Been trapping by

to them heaven gates
I told you once before again he gone set us straight 
cll a nigga tryna do is win so we can celebrate
Watch my uncle sip on gin he

bitch ass

See y'all read King James' version
I read Sprewell version
It's a little ghetto but it gets the job done, huh?
He was hanging out with his

smiled
And walked out in love, love, love, love
World of the enemy, I am defying
I've had enough, enough, enough, enough
He knows that he run out of time

Song and lyric by Dhana and Ilham (new version)
crrangement by FMGL

Last Kiss

We stand up
Share everything we have done before
cnd time is running

fail to remain he maintains all the grace 
That will level with the pain of erasing all my faults 
If we're looking at the past then he never left

the brown version of beautiful eulogy 
Minus to the grace of the three and one is always new to me 
This is my praise breaking out like I'm in puberty 
Broke

a tour, I would sell out every date

Yeah

It's a scary world

Yeah

It's a scary place

But with Voorheezy by your side, you know you're safe

He ain't

Darlin' Companion

Johnny Cash

At Folsom Prison and San Quentin

1976

I wonder, I wonder if we can get Carl Perkins out to help us with this tine
(He probably would, he would probably help us)
June and I have been

wakin up another day roll another jay
tell me it's okay things'll be okay 
we gon find a way
tryna get away
tryna find the words to say
all i need is

He's my savior  only savior, his name is Jesus They be like «who is Jesus?»
I be like; "he's our savior".
He's the one who freed us
He freed us from

never relax)
That's why we rap on the heaviest tracks

Fuck crafting, I never craft
If you craft, you're a daft lad
Don't make me laugh, dad
All I need is

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my