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skeleton
I get good dome, I'm well hung by the membranous
Kiss the microphone, someone go remember this
I'm coming for the throne, go run and tell a bitch,

my laboratory
That formula crates classic stories
My mind been lock in purgatory please back up off me, soulja
My old habit was crack sale on the back

Prescriptions get written
Through my cuticals
I been laying facts
Since hella way back
On fire been doing that
Since prior
To the school em track
We laced

Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'cause that country's part of me yeah

Son bakin' down on my back in the bass boat
The asshole spray paints

Back in the hood y’all,
A lot of folk won’t view me the same,
I walk out on stage,
Right as the crowd starts screaming my name.
Blood pumps through

how they doin.... told me they use to could. Name the ppl around the Conner and down street back in the days.... unity/ now days there lack of value

back porch
Turned it into my studio to so I could create art
Which is something that you always encouraged me to pursue
Any medium, pens, paints, wicky

on the porch
I know he feel for me
About a year go by
I heard they killed homie
My mind flash to that day
It put a chill on me
His younger brother
Start

Back on a mission I'm
Back on the bricks but I
Expected this shit this path of success it get distant I know
Go get them numbers up before I sell out

porch, the memories flooding back
All the good times that we've had
Still remember the first time that you
Walked into my room, my heart it still goes

laugh at my own tragedy as I weep
Wrong place, wrong time, same story
This soil holds enough to feel held
Swallowed by the flowers of hell

Invisible

Cast of Blanka Part 4
We'll take a back on this one right here
Mama loved me, Pop left me
Angelo fed me, and he dressed me
Lando fought me, made me

The bitch drop it off by choice not force
Aint killed shit he made a rap n jump off the porch
Pussy nigga aint even active talkin like a boi
An we aint talkin

straight facts, I'm tellin' the story (Tellin' what happened)
Told moms I keep it on me you don't gotta worry (I'm good)
Saw the nigga on the porch, seen he

need a gun
9 on my hip didn't take it out the clutch
Real life shit no cut
Crazy how the story mashed up
A crazy lil nigga and a brazy lil nigga
Came

Half Broke Horses

Jaida Dreyer

I Am Jaida Dreyer

2013

think you got them where you want 'em
Then they leave you all alone
Half broke horses, they never come back home

Now I watch that little girl by

inside
Just doesn't know how to tell himself
That it's time to wake up, wake up

Back at home he sits on the porch debating
Pondering life's equation

on the check
Hop in the streets if i have to again
Jump off the porch now im ridin a benz
Start making money an stop makin frends
Grandma so hsppy i gave her

much pain can't stop crying
Finna roll up to ease my mind
Chosen 1 my time 2 shine
Day by day on the move im in motion
Threw away the past ion want

shit
Fuck your opinion no do I did not mistake shit
God got my back, while you niggas on that gay shit

Fuck yo opinion no I do not agree
Bank account

on the front porch at your house
Open the door and there's your sister
She's got ideas that reach past the sky
Your mama's making dessert in the kitchen
Your

homebound
Now laced with a warm embrace and a crown
Crowded in a tight knit town
Hounded by throat
Slits open, just hoping to float
Progress with a motion

jumped off the porch
Killing rappers left and right don't even check the corpse
By the time you hear this, ceej will be in New York
XXL we coming VO

And I can't be running with niggas
They don't got no morals I see how they flopping and shit
No I can't go back to me being poor
I hopped off the porch