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Stay in your lane if not planning to speed
Treat your brain as a mountain 
An reach for its peak 
Life is a fountain 
You treat it like creek 
Knowledge

needing to be in a coffin
To be coughing to be living to be alive
‘cause I’m a dead man fucking walking
Listen, I like that, nice
Everybody around me eating

flatlined all you wanted to be dead. 
Just to see in my heart what you ever had aimed for 
Now I want you to go, this is truly a lame war
I'm not impressed by

troops ya house better be bomb proof
Or we can put them guns down
And throw the arms too
Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this
Punch like prom juice you

like propane
Bitches I overcame, you know the name
Ink in my veins, in flames, and spew on the page
To numb the pain like Novocain, mothafucker

I'm

action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action

like we're already dead
Already dead, already dead
If you play by the rules then you're better off dead
Already dead, already dead
All my bastards can't

of the Lord
And it's time to walk in your blessings
With no more stressing
Cause you've been refined by his 
By his
By his flames

I wanna be more like you

up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe every-time we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is

your man Tay try to play
He gon get hit with a clip about this tall
And y'all gon see Roc get thrown
In the alley like Chris Paul
So you better have

you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'

up) clap it break that back
She just made a stack (ooh)
Niggas in that trap still totin' them straps
(that dope) if you make it where I'm from
It's like

ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer

Love me like I'm dead
Love me like I'm dead
Love me like I'm dead
Love me like I'm dead

Cry me rivers like you care
Count the days down in your head

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo

I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go

(KE on the Track) kodak, Kodak Black
Balling on these niggas
Don't act like you don't know, pussy

Me and Momo riding in a Chevy
(We sittin' high)

no

Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by

of games while I get bread
Keep a shooter in a cut better watch where you tread
Gotta keep on grinding gettin money till I am dead
Gettin money gettin money

some sick freestylin'
I hear you're readin' it
I gotta keep goin' cause y'all fans
Y'all needin' it
Uh, you say I'm too high like
I smoke weed in it

water like birds of a feather
Like birds of a feather

I tell you
Sunshine's better on the other side
The other side of the stream
Let's run in tonight,

up in flames
And yea though I walk through the valley of the dead
But my hope still remains
Whether dead or alive, this is do or die
When Christ is

shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
(Nigga I say dead, you dead)
You should be dead by now
Smile but

need again
I can murk any beating beat like a speeding train
On the track I be serving you heat and everything
Fair game
Hurricane when I blow by
That

here thuggin
niggas better duck
Bullets, coming fast like lightning
Boy, you outta luck
I'm a real G
From that N.O, get your bodies up
Laid back with