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with his dried out art supplies
What they taught was lies, cause I just stay lost and cry
Inside day and night, watch time pass me by
Freedom became

me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

hurt
Got kicked out my house
Dumped by my girl, but the grind don't stop
Bitch it never will working for no pay
Working everyday living in a basement
Got

go to bed early
My bedroom was right by it
Singing "Gloria in excelsis Deo"
Sure enough angels came to comfort us
And we rode on wings through all

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

house parties with the tape deck
I would do my dance and earn a bunch of respect
Protected by my Uncles when I came across them rejects
On the porch

different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame

You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O

I've been smoking too much recently
On a buzz from the trees
Walk a city and a sea
To empty houses full of weeds
Crash the night like a chandelier

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

where you gon' lay
(yeah, ayy) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)

My team don't like when I go
To the mall all by myself
I told

Remember? You used to go to that uhh-
That liquor store by your house?
Ay, lemme' finish recording a song
I'mma call you after alright? No, Slayer
Wh- Can I

I be selling albums seeing more figures than
The president's accountants
House on the hill
Nigga jealous of my fountain
I pray for my health
And all

Taught by Master Fard, hard
Now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want
To know who wrote this

rollin' them eyes and my major album is not even out yet
You bout to get fed in the bowl
Cause all you mother fuckers are just a house pet
I'm smackin'

roulette
Don't really give a shit 'bout you say
Got a real chill album on the way
Now they hit me like hey there sway
How you doing by the way
Don't you

hold it no more
Gonna write it all down
Single songs to a album
A little chaotic may sound
Most of the time I'm a loner
But imma spit out further than

of days
Just think it takes two to tan-go
I been so blue today (Yeah)
Take my time with the music, I finally make it, lose everything (Uh)
My house, my car,

come by I get surprised 
Although you fuck me up sometimes 
And every time I wake up with a happy birthday cake and surprise from my friends
It used suck

at your mami games house
And every now and then I just pass by and get it

(Tsipib) aha hey wena
Aha hey wena (Ekse Tsibip)
Aha hey wena
U tla shwa hey wena

from her kid she was pre paid- then hung her son on a tree til he decayed- then raped her daughter in front of her dad was afraid- great granny house

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)

JT

A Tribute to Jay-Z [Big Eye]

2002

down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,

Michelangelo
Sanno che siamo down by law
Sanno che ho la mafia in house come fossi Steve Angello
Gli han fatto l'orologio e mi pregano di ridarglielo
Scrivo

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't