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Just to ease the pain I felt yeah
I still count up by my lonely
Still got niggas 'round me don't know I know they crossed me
I'm way too nice
You be

doing fed time them big numbers
Another transfer don't go by names, they call his prison number
I'm putting my heart into the music
They say my voice

Warrior Chiefs

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

strangle this kid
That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court

single mother she got three boys
Let's chill and play it by the ear like a keloid
My ese in on too Amazon driver
Gave me all his routes told me best time

want
My number one, my 1 of 1
God and goddess, that's a holy fuck
We at the rich suites, like it's Peachtree
We gon' run it up like floor seats

in to this, John the brains and God the muscle
Demons try to knock me off and Satan man done tried to tussle
But God, He got my back cause He solved

out the phone
Broke niggas act like I'm wrong
Like mama got bills my daddy was gone
So I hit the streets with the stones
I take the call what corner you

stuck up in a cycle that’s hard to break
I did the impossible God is great
I got a couple partners tryna dodge the state
And papi bugging on the price
He

number
Add me on FaceTime call me plumber
Looking to dance she doing the Zumba
If I got time I'll give you the umber
I'm in the chopper call me the gunner

they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They

number 
I think you should text it 
Hit up my phone yea
I think you're a blessing
You got my number I think you should
Poetic prophetic
Pursuing perfection

got procedures
I can't be handin' out, all these features
No I ain't wasting this life
I'm living too dangerous
I just be chasin' my dreams
No you can't

know I ain't playing
Imma keep it going till I'm rich
Still going by my own
Got no one controlling me
Got labels on the phone
Cause they know I got

coming

We was on the metro we never drove nothing
Had these hoes by the locker writing phone numbers
She wanna give me everything but I don't want nothing

bread like a tail-back
I bought a charger for the phone it do a hell-cat
I got some shit on my mind but that shit held back
But we ain't gone talk about

Smokey Vibes
Written and performed by Derrell

Yea
FLIGHT shit
Man I have been listening to waaay too much Wayne
Waaaay too much

Please don’t ask me

Bust It Baby, Pt. 2

Ne-Yo

Promo Urban: May 2008

2008

when you mad too
Save your number in my phone under lil' boo
Like your sex, but more in love of what you do
Turn me on how you stare at me when we

a D-O-G to the G-O-D
Got OCD and not your CD
Hit her with the D-O-P-E D
That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT
You could D-I-E for a F-E-E
I'll D-I-E for my

towards a revolution
Now they'll see that I'm a young John Brown and they can't do nothin
Machine gun, cock it back, damn, out of ammo
I ain't got no rounds

or take a loss
I ain't built for all them goddamn numbers
God's will, say a prayer for me mama
If you can't, then open up the phone lines
Mama just get

she's got ‘em then the volume of the whole bar dropped then
She slapped me in the face, grabbed me by the throat, kneed me in the balls and
Threw me

Address me by the boatload
They measure me by recipe let his speech sound same phonics to say go-go
Caps get open fo-sho
News and (John) films got me

digits
Anxious overnight phone keeps ringing

Smoke on repeat like a fiend slipstreams
30 bongs in-between pop a bean where I be
Got my bitch break her

for that money like lil brodie teething
Trying to give my girl attention track phone beeping
Glocka glued to my side know these niggas creeping
Got that