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[INTRO PART 1: Bri Crisp]

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, hey.
Who in…
Who in here?
Who in here?
Who in here?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[VERSE 1: Bri Crisp]

Three, four

Show me what you got i'm gonna make you a star
Everything is easy if you just do your part
There you are, nothing embarassing boy
There

clothes, going home will expose 'em
Spraying cologne on their necks
The skies are soaking what's left
They ain't providing a breath
And I don't say this with

To get the point across without is an ability
I'm heard by more if I'm not explicit
But it's not I'm afraid to risk it
Ow
Thought I was gonna curse huh?

the jungle, I said I stay on the block thrown up 3`z stay in a pair of mutumbos, couple young hittas with me RIP Chinx know that were tryna stack bundles,

and my friends left me
Shit hurt me left me scarred
Told the bitch my life a horror movie and i just play my part
Keep my circle small i dont never trust

shoulda mighta been gone in a blink
Just give me some time more than a day two or three
To see a different and a better part of me
I know what to do 
Oo oo

You are my favorite poem
From the heart of your guts
To the skin of your toes
And I even love the parts
Everybody knows
Whether or not they care

you cry a part dies inside him
Create my art don't ask define it

I convert currencies
And get sketched out by security
Song bird shoot me please
What

how we do
The Bible declares if any two shall agree
As touching one thing
By faith in God it’s done
So, we gotta believe we shall overcome
Cause down

You still have that tattoo I gave you drunk in your arm three years ago today
And I guess that all this time has been a blur but I don't want it any

I played the game called Get Married
I played the game called Be A Good Wife
I played the game called Have A Baby
They're all part of the game

get clipped
I see
The common type of man
And I try
The common type of plan
But my hands
Are sweaty suicidal
So I ran
To give myself a while
3:36 till

and the hand grows cold
With the petals, it grows from it
By the sun, it shone, and the story unfolded
The things I got from it
What you want, what you need
What

down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back

Down in Flea Street he first met

all the enemies that surround your hometown
Three years of my life I gave to my country
And the things that I saw would not leave my mind
And one day

I'm fine, fine, fine
Nothing, It's been nothing for a while
I crave your attention, I'm feeling dismembered
I'm missing a part of myself that I used

5 4 3 2 1

Yeah, I was working part time in a five-and-dime

My boss was Mr. McGee

He told me several times that he didn't like my kind

'Cause I

Smokin' dope with the gang and we ain't on a thang
One, two, three, four, pints
Pour it up by the deuce
Smoke a wood, get fried
I'ma take a sec, look

to fathom
A sorceress for that beastly ritual
The one with two backs, three isn't unusual
Used to be a sacred bond for two souls
Now it's casual and barely

LOWRIDING LOWRIDING

WESTSIDING WESTSIDING

AS I JUMP ON THE MIC 
I SPIT WHAT YOU LIKE
AS I’M COASTING… 
RIGHT BY THE OCEAN  
THREE WHEELING… 
LOVING

If i could light the stars
If i could heal the scars
You would give me one more chance
But i can't. but i can't
If i could turn day into night
If i

with it
This director's cut of part 3, Pacino dyin' in it
Pop his daughter too, screws loose, the family totin' tools
The day of doom, we puttin' niggas

You won't catch me working in a office
I'm my own boss dog Shit Militia
We ain't worried with the low cost
All that humble shit dead now
I'm finna