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Yeah, three then four, maybe just a little more
Five then six, something else is in the mix
Seven then eight, I got the need to medicate

But we don’t

Verse 1:
I remember when I saw you the day you were born 
I always knew you’d be my little girl that’s forever and some more 
Times change but my

see that shit myself

And I don't need no bitch help I don't need no niggas by my side
Nigga, I do it all myself Calculating in my mind
I move with my

the pen and pencil
Then broke bread with our producers off an instrumental
Days we collected lots days collected little
I just hope my outcome Malcolm in

showing you some diamonds. Ya 
\put the money in the gang I be balling with this new fang. Every single little shard of these diamonds got money base, I be

forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's

putting on a show
Gotta keep the mask on, to go with the flow
I be taking people by waves with this overflow
Now you know

I’m exceeding the limits of any

in the way
I just turn my music on I know that it's gone be all straight
I just need you by my sid look baby
You ain't no mistake
Look in my eyes girl

I'm a senior
I like you more then Michelangelo loves little Cesars pizza
No cap girl you make everything better
No one will hurt you when I'm around

”You Know” Written by Samir Kumar (c)

Cuttin’ you out felt like a relapse to me, I 
it all out now at least I am free
to roam from post to post

just be patient
A little more, we draw near the end
The irony tastes better when it's meant for two
Nervous veins indulge (in) my heart
So it craves for

Just a little bit, one moment more 
let  make me know my Spirit to you!
don't be fooled by what I show you, 
Receive my warm heart in your hands

But I never learned your name;
But it took all my breath to starve you,
And that's more than most I'd say;

And I'd feel a little guilty,
If I ever

meet each other again

With every day that passes by I die a little more
I've been waiting for your call
Please tell you're coming home

And I feel like

wait, I think that hoe need a little more hair
Ain't throwing up no signs, but we deep in my folks in here
Aw, fuck, I think the Xannys kickin' in,

me dead
I ain't gonna waste my time reading toxic shit
So better revise whatever you said
Piss off, little bitch
What in the fuck do you want from me?

you can have by far.
I know they number in the tens of thousandsAnd I am just one manBut if they think that I'm taking this lying downThey'll just have

On the phone and an hour goes by
I say my plea but it comes a little shy
All I want is to be a bit more
But you throw that out, right out the back

down a little longer, just once more…

My love for everyone is the beginning and the end.
All 13 flowers bloom upon the graves on which I stand even

has had enough
It'll only get worse the more that you delay
Don't let yourself trip up and go all in on the charade

It gets a little tougher every day

by making a beat,now I rap, man I had to adapt
Cameras be flicking, they're taking a snap,I put my foot on the gas

Left my hunny on a bad note
I was

all fail
Thankful for how Big G running my well
He keeps me comfort safe at night
His Army straight up by my side
He blessed with me with that perfect

almost midnight, a malignal charm. the town is cold, but families are warmed.

That fucking fat oaf may come by any time, so I better be quick and I

It's not simple to say
That most days I don't recognize me
That these shoes and this apron
That place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave