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Cos the same ones you chill with will put one in your wig
And round here we didn't have no black panthers they didn't raise fists
Instead they was

empires on congestion to keep you all distracted
Disguised by dysfunctional well-lit analysis
Divide
Occupied
With lies
Black and white
Grey subsides
Thank

a keyhole
Raid my body cancerous til death upon my kimo
Never been awarded by a
Rose that shit's decapreo
Like um white and dirty
Like a starbucks cappuccino

know that shit a scare you
Bitch I stay on the block just like that shit a schedule

I just let the top back rose truck all black
Bitches think they all

black roses and violets
So bow your head and join us in a moment be silent
As we cater human nature and pay homage it's violent
Know how I stayed alive

One morning fair I took he air
Down by blackwater side
T'was gazing all al around me
The Irish lad I spied

All through the fore part of the night
We

shit all by myself
I fucked the game up
I ain't change nothing
All I did was change the frame up
Picture this
Oil up my gun
Make sure my gun never jam

think that I'm the best for her?
She like roses
I like being in her bed more

Grab my pack lets hit the street
Cloud of white smoke
Black concrete

cin't

is a flower
By some other name
Lay the blame
Upon yourselves
Or maybe I am the blushing rose
Who pricks with thorns
But when held close
Is fragrant,

When I look at the moon 
I know he looks at it too 
The same white on black contrast 
The same hope for a love that lasts and outlasts 
That stains

love love, but I'm not tryna
Make do Either you love me or you can leave me alone

Boo I'm a living testament for men that get tested
By that love thing

Upon the Wings of Night, there came a Terror
Ziethor the Dark, a dragon, full of Dread
His scales, as black as the Abyssal Depths
His eyes aflame,

exalted by a wise man

Straight up stupid and now I'm brainless
Up early, getting fried too late
I'm lit and I think I'm burnt out
Cause I felt my mind melt

to my biz and my line to a bag
I keep a clean nose know some dimes you would have
But they stay out by the Bragg so a nine you should grab
Nigga only move

a black rag and wore a mask most nights everybody want to be on G shit till the police come than they want to speak with the please we didn't he did I seen

dead and gone 
Each song will vibrate on 

Too old for the fuck shit 
Too young to give up shit 
cir Rose with the judgeship 
In a world where there are

just blow by
Tryna play with me, that's like you tryna commit suicide
I still ain't hit my peak because I ain't even get a prime
They telling me to chill

type o
Di yalla rose en di black slay Queen dem
Den sabi o But den too dry yey o
Say den too dry yey o
Den sabi ooo oh oo o

Salone titi den get di tin

Uh
Yea
I really rose from out the chaos
Uh
I woke up contemplating Death
I might just take my last breath
A gutter nigga been depressed
So now

After some shit u witnessed
They don't live by no bro code
They jus some fucking bozos
Niggas like that we expose those
Pull up interior rose gold
I'm too

the Campari I'll no longer be a
Bon parti, whoops sorry
In a dark Ford, a taxi I can't afford
Getting smacked by the Wind and my Black thoughts, I got Jack

and then she was gone
And all the red roses fade to black
When my love went on the run

some stairs and maybe they wouldn't
report me
I was 8 years old when I got a blaze my first 40
By the time I was 9 I would smoke a dime in a session
I

Chillin on rose avenue
Appreciate the scenery
This tapestry is masterful
The Mona Lisa in my dreams
Is taunting me follow too
Follow suit
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