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relation
Saved by the grace of God through the Son
Pray everyday to the 3-in-1
Confess every sin from the sex to the gun

How someone like you...can see me

ghost
I'm going ghost
If the Devil got pregnant by God
And they had a lil baby
Then I am the offspring
And if Earth is just Heaven and Hell
On a grid
You

handle the kid
Head getting puffed up like you smoking a cig yeah
You ain't been on yachts haven't landed boats
On mics get smoked you choke me i explode
I

like Space Jams
7 Deep in a Days Inn, K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'

Rap rame Ryan Gosling, she want to have my offspring
And I just want

drip, drip, drip.

You better settle for a hamburger.

Drip, drip, drip.

Another cup of java.
Give me a cup of coffee.

You must like our coffee.

It

is frozen (Brrr, paow paow)
I'm so icy, so icy nike (Brr, check check)
Yeah she like me, she wanna fight me (Like me, boom paow)
Baby… babo (Baby,

using tongs
Wings from Bong Chong
The flannel from Hong Kong
The soul jazz
I'm the offspring of Louis
Armstrong
Dancing on the table like Frankie Lyman

Business to me is bottom of the barrel
There's no actual skill called business
It's too generic of a thing
It's like a skill called relating
Like

Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)

dont give up 

Under dogs to  under taker 
Little water lotta dust 



 done a lot of shit 
dont always like who i am 
stop saying its a gift cuz it

know a lot, think a lot of you does
Some of ya’ll bright
Some of ya’ll know me
None of ya’ll might

Most of my life I been trouble
Every time I look in

hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.

of money, want a lot of weed, aye
It's not a lot of time, not a lot of these, aye
Caus these minutes going by like they robbing me, aye

Got a lot of people

the future 
I'm telling you my supper isnt super 
I'm telling you my momma cared too much about my upbring
Take me to piano lessons like the other offspring

Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke


Intro:

Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da

then I'm blowin' out the candles
She salute me, She know that I'm a soldier
She grabbed on my dick, I'm like, hold up
Thirty racks in the bag

Little Chicago Boy

Common

Black America Again

2016

How should I begin?
This is the story of a boy named Lonnie Lynn
As I said it, the spirits here whip me
He was raised in the belly of the city

funny wording them like that aye?
They weird like me, yeah they my offspring!
Look at me! Im coming in bringing
This swaying melody

I told you that I
Was

doing line sniffs 
It's like this, I seen alot before the physicic 
Way back when my n*kka Jalal had the sidekick 
And he was buying side kicks 
And Hella

huh, no error
Swear ya can't compare a rapper to me
Too dapper ya see, clapping the beat
Like police did to Rodney king in the streets
SHEESH, no, Sheed,

As I sit beside this love of mine sipping wine by candlelight
The moon is bright enough to light the sky up like a firefly
Time and time again

me working on my kraft
Focused on my core
Like I'm working on my abs
Gave a lot blood and
They ain't even take my labs
Scars started healing and
I went

grandad had taught me 
stay out the way & take care of all of my offspring  
By any means 
created reality niggas keep wishin I die wit a dream, 
supplyin

folks garage me and my
Bros home alone and smoking lots
Treated every single dollar like
It's gold or something

Poof, life changed, ears, neck
Wrist like