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at least six feet apart!”) Right now I‘ve had enough and I really don’t give a damn! (“Face mask are now required!”) This “Virus” is bad enough and I’m angry
Just got off the phone with my partner
He told me he need three, I told him I got him (ha)
You probably ain't heard how I'm rockin'
I'll beat yo'
while another
Mother cries for help
Man! we need to help a brother find themself
Feed em light 1, 2, 3
Hey! that's something every brother should
See
shit
Too true for all them fake heads
Out here starving and crawling
Claiming they made men
Read 'em cover to cover
judge a book by its title
Lived
Yeah
Ah
Am I dreaming, is this real life?
Did I manage to try and get by?
Why do I feel like I'm losing my mind?
The only truth I find is my life
That song of the year got cancelled but who cares cause we still dancin
Im droppin this shit soon cant wait for yall to be romancin
Hibbidy skip skip i
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
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rich
'cause we gotta take money from the damn government
'cause those three right-wing cunts can't govern shit
And in one year from now when the city's
Real niggas
(Let's make this official, baby)
Real before rappin
Respect before success
[ Harm ]
I've been down
For oh so long
Starin at these
got tunnel vision
I can't let 'em get to me
Dirty the stick, and get it clean
Get that money by any means
Niggas ain't ready for war
Opps pissed, they
shorty's never trip, this house and Caddy's for the kids
Pray they carry on, even when I'm buried and gone
Bussin' and chillin', feelin' every area wrong
was all to gifted
Got introduced to that pack and started flippin that
Got bread faster than a job thought this was where it's at
Until we seem em send
Yo yo
This song is dedicated to Greg Barrett
Shout out to him for confronting his bully
Yeah
So anybody out there that's been bullied
Like myself
wishin' that we stop
I can I cansee you wanna be me damn, take a gaze out from 3 feet gotta plan
Foot peddle much mettle, who said it'd be easy? Issall
could fit 10, wish I could ship it by the car load (Fuck)
Cuz everything ain't Well over here, fuck a Fargo (Fuck 'em)
Stare at the mirror, look what this
What's happenin', man? This TIP, you know?
I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody
To the grave, to the streets,
Feelin' hyper? Then Please just go home
We just chilling, now you know
(Verse 2)
Oh, so you looking for a blast?
This ain't the place so you ain't gonna
on the air in 5, 4, 3,
DEVIN:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, as you can see there’s no need for a formal introduction tonight with our guest, Charlotte
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do
Broke
scared
Doing no talking like Ted, tearing this song to shreds, too cold like Fred
This bar not going fed, but you gotta watch out cause I'm gonna come for
protest song that I wrote
It deals with things near and dear to my heart so uh here we go
I need everybody to stand up for this
Because it's gonna be
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
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