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Head
I'm done being lead down the Lower road by my fellow human Souls
Id also like if we could light a roll
If you do it good enough I'll give You

all sound fly to me
Flooding my ears and eyes
So it would take root in me
Them foul seeds sprouted into bad weeds
Trying to choke the life out of me

This one right here dedicated
To those that been by my side through all the bullshit
Thank you
Don't know if I could pay you back for all that you've

saw him rise to greatness
If I wanna be a legend I'll be led by highness
I gotta cleanse my mind and all it's mental platelets
Don't try to deviate

The best that ever did it , every Worth six digits
Flex a mental muscle beyond its Man made limits
Rolling up bad bitch we smoke Them hoes on average

influence
That's why we have are holy spirit to help us through
We have are Lord and Savior
The son and the Father
I said bad things in my past
And yea I'm

have to, I'm sort of a bad dude
Need cash on a fast mule, straight to the bank, that's why I'm laughing if they ask you
Give me green, give me paper,

the night

Hybrid children turned their back on the sea
They denied their evil roots with complacency
The temple got ruled over by false preachers
Now

nights in dubai
When i die imma grow roots from my rhymes
Just to get by man lately I been getting high
Nile river running deep
Underneath ya skin growing

found cloth are you built for the downpour
All I try to do is lead by example
Seems some are content with niggas feedin' them a sample
Tried to create

to it's virtue
She grew up a little bit different than my father
He was the son of an immigrant farmer
From Mexico came to make a better home
Came to make

They like smoothy when it get bad
Remember sittin' math class
Used to play in all day
Serious shit getting ass
Shawty like the smile and grin
Know I

lake (Or some)
Never quote what Blood said, but think about it everyday (Slpy)
I got roots from Ten Mile Creek all way ta Timberlake (Big stepper)
How

Pull her hair by the roots
I'm a rude boy

Yeah that's a buckshot

The Mic
Back on the mic again
How The Mic use the mic
Without the mic actually being

Music Playing
Casino
I'm spilling blood not talking suwoo
I been a man and I'm black in a suit
I checked the stats and we winning by deuce
Stone

digging deeper
In our family lineage
Tryna see where we get our
Name and looks from his mother's only son
He got a bunch of sisters
And my granny had static

cause I pour up till my cup bleed
I trust money don't trust people So they tell me my roots evil
Dope flow I got more needles Coke flow I got more sneezes

em fines
Gets this cash by any means
It's the root of all evil cause it turn you to a fiend
But once you got it come everything life come with ease
You

the scars 
Living life like it's already through watching good roll by 
Waiting for bad to seek me out pull me down I start again 
expecting the worse never

on black can we get it on low
One race in is a human race win
Hujambo,karibu to a whole new nation
Allah Salah Manah
If suicide win make sure it's by fair

so
Kong angels in my ear lobe
That's why pretty girls root for the bad guy
Think I'm

David Genaro
David Genaro
David Genaro
David Genaro
Who you

shit so
Bad it don’t seem real to you
Create the pain and profit
From it's relievers the pills violence
The pursuit of money and achievеment
Ain’t

Wanna talk 'bout plays we could run one
Never got phased by the top ones
They always say that I'm someone
I'm so and so and so's lost son
Like blood,