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feet
Switching V's, $50 G's is chicken feed
We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany's
Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed
The 5th will bend

that twelfth round
The line in the sand been drawn, try an' look an' see the Red Dawn
Man, it ain't gonna be very long, they wanna dance, let's get it

Sunflower Seeds

Novel

PRhyme 2

2018

seeds, I'm going in

Guess who's bizack, the best 2 that's gon' ever do it
Don't need no metro or Neptune's trizack
This is what you call alcoholic

sign
Hear the waves glide soft cross the sand, white powder that sticks to your toes
Until the seas go dry and the rocks melt with sun, you are my red

It's kinda lonely at the top
So I need you by my side, yeah
Girl I need you in my life
Girl please don't waste no time, yeah
I was young as a teen

ain't no ordinary bedroom
Just let the energy affect you
Carry on (6x)

She look so fine up in that red room
Her silhouette against the red hue
I swear

ain't no ordinary bedroom
Just let the energy affect you
Carry on (6x)

She look so fine up in that red room
Her silhouette against the red hue
I swear

a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp

meek but I need someone to save me
You see my nigga I've been overthinking lately
Puffing dark clouds man a nigga feeling wavy
Red lights in the room see

the red blood red blood red blood dripping from ma blade
Took the old me now and killed him with my blade
Then I Put 'em in grave
Like
feeling like I got no

talking to you and you
Got the Mac, with the tunes
Take off, Neverland
Shit fast, with the zoom
She done crept inside my room
Now I’m creeping in her mind

I got real beef wit Ron Desantis
The racism in that state
Man it's running rampant
Elephants in the room
They don't care bout pampers
They just want

Full Circle
Words and music By: Christopher Paul (Maslyar)
Copyright: Genoa Music Co.


A three second flash from a red Channel beacon 
Let's me know

Starving hungry
For mother deep
Mother deep love

There's no where to run
In a room that's a circle
Chased down by own shadow
The floods are coming
The fires

February

Young Jeezy

February

2018

realest nigga in it since Makaveli (Makaveli)
Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my belly (yeah)
We gon' get it by any means necessary (necessary)
Got my

Petrified, paralyzed, can't drive
Stoned out my damn mind
Blinded by the moon light
Dark room so I can't see myself shine
But I'm not calling hot lines
911 for

Prayers getting sung by people I've never mentioned
God these hallelujahs got different lyrics and lessons
Competing in different settings
With

to water, I speak life.


Cool nxxxa by the stove stirring hot shit. 
In a room full of dimes, five in my pocket.
On that spitting 20 rounds out a glock 9

rap
Who them cats hot on the mic
Who bringin bars back
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat 

I walk in the room

Would you meet me in Big Sky
If I caught the red eye?
Cross the Country racing red lights
Just to put your hand in mine?
Go the distance
Just to waste

Sahara

Eddie from Ohio

Actually Not

1993

Chris was no philosopher
He was an ordinary man
Twenty-four and running out of room
A rifle and a pack
And a sack of rice on his back
Guided by

who in charge, they make-believe
I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside
I was robbin' jeans
I tell that ho get off my back
'cause only room there for my

flags

Who cares?
Now baby who's your mans?
No VVS diamond
I drip without a dance
Slow it down
Apologise in advance
With them walking red flags

mind
Step back from the edge of the aching divide
To stand by your side, to stand by your side
So light me in red and open my eyes
Light me in red