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so time flew by

Turn the chapter at 3 my hair got cut off
I was mad as bitch but it was my fault

Now look at 4-7 It was bout the same 
In Olanta

worries
In no hurry to get smacked by cold flurries
You 29 year olds don't even hold 30
You get a blindfold until ya nose buried
I'm from Jersey, I see

Here she comes, you know she's bringing you down.
You always said you'd be the last one to leave town.
But now you say that she's a bitch,
She's got

Closed hearts because my skin is dark
Suspended four times in half a year
Papa told me I'm a fuck up
Fuck you son, that's tough love
7 bucks and hour

watch it break again
I take it day by day but they're taking years of my life I fanned for it
Kill any question meant for it
To the lesser man I'll be

my emotions just by looking at my face
Ten plus ten that is the age but still no trophies on my shelf
By eleven years from now we still be screaming

the H, that made mark like Wahlberg's sex pay
Now presenting, some parts from a sentence, allow philgoodx7's page
H-Town, hold it down, nigga, this is

seen you out them feds
And anything you need you know I got you
Imma do my best
Bitch its T7K nigga buy a vest
Never met a nigga thought he shook me when

Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me

Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me

War Wounds

Master P

MP Da Last Don

1998

limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags

See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals

Outlaws

Mac Mall

In the Line of Fire

1998

state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I

we ain't gon' never play by the rules
Made that lil' bitch get up out the room
I got on Dolce Gabbana from next year
Fuck the airport, I get called

(yeah)
Grabbin' hoes from the crowd, "Bitch, fuck my mans" (come on)
Put the man back down, finna stuff my pants (mm)
These niggas d-boys out the trench

I'm sorry to you because you ain't a fan
Yuh Yuh

Making my beats by the time I was ten
7 am and they done overslept
We gon be camping better get a tent

increased by 24 percent
And 31 percent for 12 to 17 year old's compared to 2019
In late June 13 percent of surveyed respondents said they started or increased

Twelve hour shift on New Years and I never panicked
Others counting down to New Years
I was counting down hours to when
I'mma be finished fuck damn
Had

made of red clay

Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so

land in the studio
I might land me a deal with my newest flow
Don't forget this shit still Undeniable
7 years running I'm still on the same road
I'm

bring a semi in this motherfucker
Yea I hit your bitch
Blew her back out
Fight me
Twenty-seven years a hoe
And never fucked nobody like me
Call that pussy

a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself

about to light em up like its another year
No stunt she a baddy, seven, days up, out the, week
Keep it neat
Resting bitch face but she fucking sweet

virgins
We'll see in a year from now who putting work in
Pack touch down I ain't talking no 7
It's blessings on blessings for me and my brothers you get it

finna
God damn
Cap ass niggas fake kickin' it
Like Jus Tucker
Kisses from a 5-7
Bitch, ah get a bus puckered
Textin' bout this bitch, get gone
Boy, you