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open, call it out 
Don't shy away, be clear and flout

Rough spark, forever young 
Rough spark, a martyrdom 
Rough spark, we all are a 
Rough spark 
Rough

bring new songs to sing
In Him I live have my being
Lit by dreams sittin in this cell
Beggin God to let me up out this jail
But for seven years I was

give my all
My hands up to the sky in Jesus name I call
I call on you
As long as I trust you I’m going to stand tall
Ain't no way around it dog no way

Larry
(Larry) , five hunna (Hunna)
We got some dab (Dab) , we got some crumble
I was 'posed to have a
Plug on the Obama Runtz
That nigga was stuntin' (Get

and that’s left so much fear
Make a good example out of me
Just when I was about to lose all hope you
You make me strong
Open your arms and you call me your

Pledge of Allegiance
I'm praising to Jesus, I don't need a reason
Shout out to Arly, he cooking this beat up
Jesus got the wheel so I'm kicking my feet up

Saint Pablo

Kanye West

The Life of Pablo

2016

and they was buryin' me
One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me
When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me
Told Tim Cook to call me, I was

this dark path
Searching for the light I got a
Blunt rolled I'ma spark that

I'm a dark man, call me Earl Simmons
Feeling X'd out like my worlds ending

bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with

bet your headstone reads 'Death
By a Septic Tank'
You put a whole new meaning
To the term underground
'Cause I devoured you and pushed you out
The end

over-under, nigga, bet that
They finna bring the nets back
They tried to get me out the game, DeMarcus Cousins how I crept back
Spin the block with Techs, you

Spark the blunts up 
Ash 'em in the ramekins 
Spark the blunts up 
Ash 'em in the ramekins 
I am chilling heavily 
Kicking it with my mans and them

of catastrophes
Casualties of cataclysms
There's a rhythm in the way you walk in life
You're deserted by those who know and seek you
They don't deceive you
Like

knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate

True Colors / It's On

The Game

1992

2016

from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my pocket

The good ship Jesus gifted by the queen of England, same ship
Who taught biblical lessons out the slave bible? Same bitch
The book taught them to be better

The good ship Jesus gifted by the queen of England, same ship
Who taught biblical lessons out the slave bible? Same b****
The book taught them to be better

found Jesus He took me out the darkness
Jesus Christ of Nazareth that's where my faith is
Tryna say He ain't real don't get me started
He's the only one

bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out

Nominated
Who the greatest
Tell my mama to Tamara
Out the trenches look who made it
Call on papa he Jehovah
To my Father he can finish
I need Jesus I'm

Whiskey Eyes

French Montana

Jungle Rules

2017

the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like

Wicked

Ice Cube

The Predator

1992

Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect

like glaring 13 necks
Mainly the niggas get shot for
Flaring out their larynx
And get to speakin' on a
Conditions of black people
That's illegal they

boomer let me slow it down
Let you know what I'm talking bout
I'm trying to change all of those frowns
I call it spiritual working out
For the sick