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inner ear be asking me to listen to you sincere

That dudes a geek & you a freak of the week
Parliament LP's, Passin Me By like The Pharcyde
I'm parlaying

Can I Get Some

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

life to make hits
Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But I'mma ride, this beat like girls

all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if he deserve it
And never

money defend mi profit

Affi rich a mi only target

Wi a live lavish

Couple brick put Rolex pan wrist

Couple hit weh fuck up e planet

A do the right

everything
Don't try to test me my patience is very thin
I guess that's an issue
I'll leave that 'till later but yes I'm aware of it
I know that I need to take

they made at me fuck you nigga
(Fuck 'em) , yes, stay mad at me
I'm counting all this cash, yeah
I'm too happy (Damn) i'm at a private low
You can't get

Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust

It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by

As death nears you sink deeper
In his reach as you're caressed
By the grim reaper
As my heat enters your flesh
You begin to meet up
With the same

was single
She doesn't still live with
Her husband of course
They don't grasp the same forks
Didn't have to divorce
He was getting shady with a lady

she give me cavities 
Did her wrong she take notes like a galaxy 
Break it down Had to explain in analogies 
When I’m surrounded by the fake I get

cyy, always moving with a bounce
Scaling baggies by the ounce
Table filled with large amounts
Hard to even keep count, yeah
Check the interior, nothing's

is finding shit and isn't only searching
Someone who's more confident and isn't always nervous
And yes he is an artist and I know that comes with

sex 
And my wrist watch got no tick tock but it's full of big rocks I got me a brand new piguet 
Yes this a Audemaur probably a one of one but I think

You say you want to make more money
You say you want things to be different
But when 6am rolls around, you hit that snooze button
Turn over and go

the cyclone
S-T-Y-L-E-S, yes I know
Give the rap phene vaccine
packed red beam
Put 'em up, what the fuck
You plucked a bad seed
Off the wall, spittin'

light brown hair
i'm where you wanna be when you're not on the internet
i live a life in analog but still get diggy with it.
bit it from him hit it one

I Need Money

Conejo

City of Angels

kept
Something that is done when you live by the gun
Get down, the shots went bang
It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand
And things will go