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came along. I had choices to make...

Dreams take time...
Time goes by...

When does it disappear?
How can you get so far off the track?
Why don't

- oh
You niggas in deep, deep trouble
Even 6 feet deep
I'll still rise from the rubble
Me and death on the track that's
Gon be hard to beat
But

Intro
I Keep telling them, I’m a bring it back
Back to the future

Chorus
Pato Pooh is from the
(One) 6.3, Stockholm city (Yeah)
Follow me, Follow

Pindi key hain boys, karen party till 4
Girl turn up the beat, sit in my backseat
Pindi boys, best choice
Play this track on repeat!
Pindi aye, Pindi aye,

Take a brand new soul
Put it in a school
The indoctrination factory
Guarantees all doom
The bullies of the mind
Will beat you ‘til you bow
Fucked up

On the factory floor
(There's nothing more to gain 
From the company store)

The unions all got busted 
By the reps that you trusted
The future of our nation 
Got

Eu sou a morte matei esse beat

ceifei o Game para salvar essa shit

iluminati no Triple six

S.O.S é a Satanic Shit


Estou num Caminho obscuro

always run it like track
Fuck That
This shit if my future man
That shit was my past
And I gotta make a living so I gotta make it last
All the children they

taught me for my whole life, father figure looking sightless
Put my life into a track nigga, so the music always timeless
Live and die by the rap nigga,

the Cash
Picked up lines for the money, it flirted back
We talked about the future, layed down a couple tracks
Never throw tantrums, Over here we throw

Mind yuh feet when unnu feel
de beat lay down by we army
다 타버릴 때까지
불을 피워 더 멀리
Dem say come bun up de place
딱 보면 알 테니
Hold de light up to
de flag

by a thread
And I want them dead
I sat on read thinking funny I asked you to my my crib
Did you think Id lay your voice on the track in my hood
Your

fuckin' up
I'm really the one (for real)
Gold switch on my gun (for real)
Out the roof with ice and the X6 and tons (for real)
Catch a body ain't nun

the six on the map
Six
Of my bitches get laid on the track
I ain't talking 'bout songs but I beat and I slap bitch
You a phoney if you pick a boney
I got

anyway
Patience is one thing
But just look at me
No one told me to murder these beats
But I did it
Who knows
This one might be enough for an offense maybe

It's in my mind, it's burning through my spine
Whilst I stop, run away from this
My cold blood tyranny
Shaped by hypocrisy
Shelled by democracy
Born

Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter
Than Rasputia is i play for the dream team
Hang out with the coolest kids

make that our lives
Step by step with long days and long nights
Now we grown with bank accounts looking nice
Let's play that game but this time let kop

talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're

was playing Costa Mesa
At the Cheesecake Factory interviewing Heather
Tip the valet, pull off in somethin' special
Secret location, doin' push-ups

Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker

Snowman in full effect so play
The odd side 'til April
The tapes will grow so we
Can by posters

"It's Mr N on that track"

Uh

Iyaah
yah
yah

Lord's preach

(Chorus)

I'm a lord how I preach
Best in the game, they vouching for me,
They been

Olde English

Defari

20/20

2006

Yeah

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole

Ay where ya get dat beat from? lets go 

Ay Covid 19 and the gang (Gang gang)
Covid 19 featuring Lil' Keed (Keed talk to em')
Woo turn up ice ice