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of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed
I'm going too fast,
by, almost getting by
I'm ready to live my life again
Like there's a chance worth takin'
I'm ready to love you like I can
Like my heart's not
the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home
the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
every second stackin'
Paper every week i'm in the field nigga
I might run up in some cleats
Was in Japan so long I
Almost learned to speak, had to leave
fatherless, almost friendless too
I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
It's Friday morning, going to Franklin Avenue
Shake shake mama, raise your
I'm going to do
Going back home that's what I'm going to do
Turning around that's what I'm going to do
Because you've done better by me
Than I've done
almost complete (I done reached the road they call the D)
(I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
side
No you won't be alone, baby
We in our zone lately
You feel like home, take me
By your side
No you won't be
Alone, alone, alone
Alone
I'm with you
A warrior for sure
Must do this or it's war
I'm hurting to my core
They always gon want more
Went back I had to try
They almost lost they mind
The people
keep my head strong (strong)
Even though I'm there man I don't know when I'll be coming home
If people supposed to be there for you why they always do me
I'd win first place
I'll be there soon
I'll be home by noon
Don't worry baby I'm coming home
I'll hold you very soon
I'm traveling onward to my
Hey, I heard you were a wild one, ooh-ooh
If I took you home, it'd be a home run
Show me how you do
I wanna shut down the club with you
Hey, I
a Coogi
I'm a big storm
I rip y'all, you wack, off rip but it rip off
I almost quit sniff
Quarter drip then I gripped on we lit mom
I'm at the awards
waitin' in line
Yeah, you look good, would I fuck? Yeah
Did I? Almost
Back home with that, almost
Back home with that, next time
Bags with all that
your songs
Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home
One punk came and went
Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp
(MC) Lawrence (The fake
when you come home, hold on
To all of my fellas up in jail that's in there gettin' swell
That ordered my music, bought my music through music-by-mail
We
never feel us
They almost killed us
And I'm still here, bruh
Why you even pay rent, when you don't get out the bed?
Tryna own my problems, mostly
sliding through, we're not fugazy
I'm a machine I put in work, I can't be lazy
2019 and 2020 is straight up dead, ye ye
Me and J we back to back, we almost
be your one night lover
We broke up almost a year ago
You hit me up, say I'm down the road
I'm coming over because I'm feeling low
I hate that
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
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