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to get green in life with no reason to exist
Indulging in the tok, inhibition in dopamine

Four for four on years so far i'll call it low for low
Light 10

IN THE STREAM

VERSE 1:
Let me cast your eye back to a time before
Life was not consumed by worries anymore
When all the children played, they were

laugh at yer look
Your voice or your face 
And by any number of bets in the book 
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze 
You need something

popping cealis's i'm all natural til she get enough.
Making ILLa Noise nothing shy about me but 95th off of Stoney Island
Them jakes want me in cool county

Can I catch you off the rebound
Drop top hair blowin' in the seat now, no I like it Greese style, hit it with my feet down
Fly up then I catch you

me breathing again
The world a try to leave ya sinkin' like ya feet it the sand
I’m breathing again I’m breathing again
10 toes with the same niggas

real im so forreal
Im goin indie fuck a deal
On distrokid ill make a mill
They Stream my music, get the chills
Constellations in the ghost
Ace of spades

and we're back in freestyle

Hard rain, it's a hard rain  (Repeat)

Mains voltage selector.
Need to feel those feel those mains but ya
Only ever 10 feet from

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst

girl and my bodyguard bitch
Your main chick fascinated by my body art trick
10 times out of 10 she's a 10
In the Benz got twins in the Bentley
And I

early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper

put the xan in the four, it dissolving 
I don't know what I should call it 
Tell me why your hoe keep calling 
Trinidad, babe from the Islands

Fuck

hate us
Chilling on the island eating ceviche
Just don't change up
You my dawg we ain't doing the he say
Get that paper
Run it up until my feet ache
I'm

Done Deal

Murs

The End of the Beginning

2003

happens has an opposite reaction
Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face
And I can smell, touch and taste what I've

on a ten speed
Addicted to buyin' jewelry
I got VVS diamonds that hit like some Fenty (bling)
In Turks and Caicos, rented out an island
We hoppin' off

Why can't I forget her
Why can't I forget the things she said
And I can still remember
How it felt laying in her bed
Back again
For that Rhode Island

on the far away roads of an isolated island, in the northern part of the land that only sees light 
at dawn, before it turns to dusk, facing

a little S.O.S. in a bottle

Lost on an island all alone 
With a  bottle of rum and a broken phone
There's a monkey in the tree and he wants my rum
Won't

to teach em' ya think ya pastor wrote it
My words hit harder with those in the streets and actually totin'
Lets guide the youth be OGs and show em our past

Slick Nick ya bitch, yeah
Ay, ay, ay

Man I'm probably on a fucking island somewhere
Chilling out wilding and I'm smiling cuz I don't care
Got

on

The plane
Flies
Searching for ten islands
And tries
Flying south
Above the clouds
Searching for a sun
That still shines

Please crucify myself
That soul, I've

and grape ape those terpines be yea super cray,
Sweet island skunk the smell just lingers,
Tangie and snowcap covered in sugar,
That's what's up white fire og

Baby it's just ten toes these hoes don't know
The code is light work
Stay in your lane you might just swerve up my turf
Hold up you should be scared

The World Is Yours

Nas

The Promised Land [Columbia]

1995

the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make