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You aint know me Brodie

Getting these racks
Spend it and getting it back
Making financial investments
Money green like we in Oregon
Y'all left and i

is
imma fucking ruin dis
aim then i never miss
let you try and censor me
then let my soul free
high from the Ketamine 
high from adrenaline
high from

Ayyao
This song is for my brothers that are gone right now
May god rest your soul in peace my brothers
Rest in peace my brothers
Rest in peace
This

at least not the green
That shit fuck with my pee
I kniw a nigga need a break i swear to god my soul bleed
But a nudge need eace from these demons when i

That's what I be here for (Yeah)
Red dots all on your flesh
You finna get dismissed bro
I got them niggas on me
Shoot no homies (Prrr)
Italian biss no al

me weed in your letters
Just so I can ash it
Getting high to classics
Al Green gets blasted with me
I get high don't show it
That bitch don't notice

bitch
And i got real green like cabbage
Yo girl she think you average
No cap I'm a real life savage
My nigga I'm moving fast
No time for ass
If you say

we cant control fate gotta trust the destiny
and its al about the journey and the lessons that we learn
and any blessing now I knows a blessing we

Yeah-Yeah yeah
Pose off in that
Yeah-Yeah yeah

You mean, bih?
You tacky, I'm clean, bih (Ode)
Been stacking my green, bih
My tank is on E-lectricity
Juice up

out[01:14.21]Remind me of my cousin they got the same soul[01:17.12]Niggas who been bout a dollar before preschool[01:19.92]Had that fresh impala getting

T's back, it's the rematch
Be at it, keep baggin more green backs
Givin them more of what they never seen before
Get em hooked til I got what they

later
Extension clip came with a laser
Blow up this bitch and the neighbors
Fucking it up and we don't even fuck with Al-Qaeda
We terrorize shit for

like I'm the black Al Pacino
I love my bitches emo, all black, Nasferatu
I love my money green, clean and older than a fossil
I love the way the cash

Pull up with the team, I'll go yeah
Stuntin' like I'm Al Capone yeah
Feeling Like Mike
Got some magic in my soul
And I'm searching for it
Want me some

condom, nessuno dei miei conosce il bon ton (ehi-ehi)
Maccheroni, sei sciolto, per non tornare col buco ho tolto (bang-bang)
Dove sono cresciuto l'odio al

Chris Michaels

The Fiery Furnaces

Blueberry Boat

2004

takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,

a whip and I go to jenin
Takin you wit me to show you the scenes
It's nice over here but the grass isn't green
T3ali 3al dafeh lanshoof shabjdeed

20 of us

Tanktop
Mach' aus deinem Tanktop ein Netzhemd
Schieße aus dem Black Van
Drive By mit der Mac-10 keine Filler Lines
Ich servier' euch Punchlines
Mein Outfit

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

the archives
Sketch pad filled with pieces that thrived
Sketch pad makes you realized
Sketch pad helped me stay al stay alive
Stay alive is what I live by
Ain’t

like y'all should know who I am and
Discover what you listening to
Who the fuck am I

I go by the name of Real Prophecy
My philosophy is to kill the game

I got a bigger goal
From the bottom of my soul
Put out some projects
Help my brothers struggling in the projects
Feature on a couple of albums
I’m

I be
Cruisin' on that mic
and I don't need another take
No I'll never sell my soul
I'm making money off this pain
I miss my grandma way too much
(I

Never Missin' a Beat

Everlast

Forever Everlasting

1990

duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust