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that ain’t in my fate
My nigga Collins had the mic and shib
My nigga cello on time he brought some tree
Mally slid and we got on beats
Around 16 and 17

with the flavors
Stepping in my cortez
Embracing all the danger
Held by my hopes
And my grandma's prayers
We don't share the same fears
But how could you

the sea of Cortez can't wash you away
Or change anything 
He's never bringing you back to me, we both know 
And I'll always hate it
We never made it

none of y'all can take 'em from me, yeah, yeah
In Cortez 'cause I feel like Fabian
My fit got a head like the dome of a stadium
Y'all think it's all

Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was

I head through that Tunnel
Out that gate of my old ways
Jesus picked me up and turned me Round
I've Been saved by his grace
Then he told me to go

of some cash
I knew a killer named Bruno
My first time in the D
He made sure I was good
He treat me like family
I picked him up in his hood
He threw

knocking me down
Yet his love for me was forever bound

Here I sat at age thirteen
The smoking lungs that left me seen
In hopes he'd see I was young too
This

house
He's out of sight yet
Oh he's your mistreated lover
He's your black coated man

I've been raised by the criminals
Brought up by the blues

Been

better if I just take myself out
But I'm still here today because there's a man who made a way
He came and brought me out of my darkest place
Because

smoking a pace bomb like SPechS
Anyway, this young man's Supreme is not me
Go ask Cortez - he'll show you what that religion is
Meditation - get it while

know we got them sticks
We can have a shootout in this bitch, you catchin' five  straight to the mit
You brought your pipe out by my pipe, let's set it

Do you know It's time who's ringing Your bells
He brought his friends both life and death are at your Doorstep
And you still think that the old me is

as
Fresh as the first day that
I acquired the guitar and a voice
Seemed to say to me
"You are an old man and you
Have not said thank you
You have not brought

brought it out
Why the fuck he think he
A big dog
Buddy gone get his ass
Shipped off
I beat a Nigga ass up
Inna mall
Ima street nigga
So I gotta stand tall

The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die
Whether he die in

that Hennesy
And you gon make me laugh try testing me
Turn you to a mess if you mess with me facts
I know they
Brought out da mac
He runnin' he gunnin'

even if I don't perform this
By 19, I was supposed to BE the forbes list

I'm a sex addict
Me and my kinfolk
Try to refrain
I ain't tryna turn

prophesied the coming of the white man
When we arrived he gave Cortez his throne
Because it was their prophecy
That the white man would arrive
And mark

clean in Christ he brought me purity
Yeah
In Jesus Christ we have security
In Jesus Christ we have security
Yo
My fellow brethren let's praise
The ones

well come and show me
And don't be lying, these bullets ballin' like Kobe
You say you bought that action, so what you tryna do
You brought a ghost, I

the dead, And He brings forth the dead from the living, and He gives life to the earth after its death, and in like manner you shall be brought forth

I seek

"I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing

had Nikies and Fila for fashion
Shout out to Paddy he pulled out Huaraches
So Camo his brother brought it from Miami
Sometimes that fly shit will get