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thoughts, but I'm not a demon

Throw on my mask, now I'm feelin' like Kane
My momma like son, with you, became
The older I get, mane, I don't feel the same

was Chosen

Man I had to Jack son, that nigga knew this was it
Cut him off that's a fraction, that I don't have to split
Been around for too long, not

gun, you don't want a problem
Shots got fired, but they still got the job done
Can't fight it, they choke on smoke, I won't bite on the okie-doke
I made

day,but it is never bout no bitch
Don't worry bout that car,Future son up in a wraith
Too bright she can't see me, Money fell right from the stage
The money

Might be from my section still
That boy know he don't rank with us

I could tell just by her look
She trying to hang with us
And then I wonder why my doob

hopin' I don't catch a shot
Like Pop Smoke or PNB Rock

But karma is a bitch right?
So I tried to talk to my son like every night
He was blinded with rage

And most of y'all don't deserve it
So understandably an outcast is my own verdict
Don't empower the weak
That's how you keep a crisis averted
I'm on my shit

And I would be happy with them, but I don't have that luxury

Who am I?
Who am I?
When not in front of your eyes?
Who am I?

Tell me

If a boy is crying

hit by purple rain
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days

capping
I see threw the Plot you niggas Acting
Bitch I got the drip and he never had It
This nigga my son I'm his fucking pappy
Had to drop that boy off

a Whole slab
Buss a 36 down by 50, Nigga, Do the math
I was humble, Nigga, I ain't fuck with the Quicksand, Bro

Said fuckin with the lil' boy, You can be

Like what you know bruh
Like youngin how is you suburban hopping out suburbans
Keep on talking all that hot shit like you been putting work in
Y'all boys

Calypso, go outside, no, I don't think so
His hoe gon' still hit my phone, someone ask him will we beef foe?

My whip, aint  slapped, I'm lacking, I cant

to take it, one punch!
You all up in my business son, ease up!
Don't need your advice I'm advised by my gut
And my motives are love that's where I'm coming

Ooh, blessings
Eyes on the boy when I step in, I'm tested
All my life, I've been reckless
If I got this money early probably waste on VVS's
Work

on a run
Don't ask ku ndzi fikile man
I’m in it, I'm the son of a gun
I came here by force and I'll leave when I want

Limpopo champions league, hitlanga ku

Like a Movie

Loon

Loon

2003

(Haaaa) uh yea (haa haaa mmmm)
[Verse 1]
Check it out I'm wit my man A Con n I go by the name Loon n this a bad boy exclusive na mean. (Come

South's on My Mind

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

David Banner
Like to end this song by saying all praises is due to God
God first, yaknowimsayin, music second
Yo peace out to my little god-son Lil' Ju

like dimes
On the grind like it's still '09, don't let a meal go by
I want the food so I'm using every tool
Dropping summer heat June to June
They

a teacher
To mention this feature
Said “Listen, son,
You're bright,
With frightful intentions
Much like Attila the Hun.”
I couldn't blame her
The sixties had

You'd better run that by again
And this time try the truth
And you'll be better off my friend

No that dog won't hunt
I don't believe a single word you

Alright, I just don't know
It just one of them vibes I'm in right now
I kept it real with you
I'm in Miami right now, I'm in Miami
I'm sick

hijack a plane!
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause

Affiliated

Statik Selektah

Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away

2011

Niggas know what I'm affiliated with
I'm quick to bust a move
And bust yo' windows for this paper bitch
Niggas get on off gimmicks
They don