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clusters, crying to each other
And calling, here and there, about the wood.
But Philip sitting at her side forgot
Her presence, and remember'd one dark
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
beast
Auntie had got me some cleats
Cuz her nephew gon' be on the football team, football dreams, ye
That coat will cost you 'bout three
I know that they
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
on leaving
How she hates what she does but she needs it
I asked her what she was doing, it's the weekend
And she said, she said
I don't know myself
I
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her
to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim"
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he
the northwestern corner
After tear gas flash bangs and beating her silly
An unmarked van drove her away
As I'm scanning the room
I catch a glimpse of Jim Jordan
to calm down
Two drinks one shot fly by night
A high five up town man
Calm your nerves it'll get you birds
Don't tell me to calm down
Wish I could remember
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we
fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we
I cam home from work tonight, turned on the T.V.
Everyone's gone crazy or so it seems
Brother fightin' brother
Sisters hatin' sisters
Remember we're
a bitch in her feelings
Or a bitch nigga kill me bet you won't put me in my grave
I remember when I ain't have no chain
But the bad bitches they would
In and out of travel lodge I swear this shit gettin' scarier
She didn't know that I jug on the low cause I got her thinkin' I'ma regular
I remember
to jail cus' that shit is a dub
Too much In store for me, can't fuck it up
I see lots of faces but I remember him
They stole from my brother, they stomped
friends first
I dropped her to the station I remember
'Cause we had a conversation for ages about our dreams
And the things that we hadn't seen and all
the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we
fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we
found me, I never had a choice
A voice so familiar above all the noise
Her name was hell
Her name was shame
Her name was guilt
I can't remember her name
sometimes I kiss her slow while I stroke
Sometimes I grab that bitch by her throat not everyday club sometimes home
Doing up flat mate with my chrome doing up
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
the day
Tell you remember
It's P, Dimeji
Yeah, back in the day, back in the day
Mama I love you, mama I love you
Mama, I miss you mum
tall, got stairs (Got stairs)
None of these bitches get spared
I'm cuttin' her off, she say it's not air (It's not fair)
I'm fuckin' her friends by
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