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Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up
you make a move Ima match it
I don't shy away from contact
I go head up, I go at ya
Shoot my shot Jimmy Butler with the floater touch is magic
Off
she hulk/
cnd my instincts won't leave me alone/
c practical test gone wrong like Jonathan osterman/
16s writing on the daily/
Turned out astonishing/
said if my heart is pure
Teach me Your ways
That I may live in Your presence
Make my heart, make my heart like Yours
I have a hunger for Your
the stairs, jumping three at a time
And I'm fully unprepared for the terrors I will find
I burst into the room and by the light of the moon
It's a ghost as real
For them niggas in the field wit weapons
Stop the clock on these ops and we make em feel the pressure
This that underground indie rap so huddle round
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
himself pure
3. The Sinai is vast, so make no mistakes
To enter its chasm, you give and it takes
Yet here I am, chased by pursuers
I drive like I'm mad,
on this shit
'preciate everybody
So the definition of Dedication has changed
For me since the first one
Since the second one, since the third
One, whatever
and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come up
Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in
royalty
Yet still show love towards me
cnd so much loyalty
Thank you Jonathan
Because you're a real friend
I hope we keep this bond forever
cnd make it
henny cup on the rocks like
Keepin it straight never known for chasing
Make a movie I shoot like im Vito
Dont got the knocks than im william regal
Smokin
see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama
[Verse 2: Madonna +
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)
to make a check
But you won't survive if you treat me like your last connect
Luxury flows, I've got luxury flows
Thirty in my grip, that's a luxury
stay back
Or I'll pull the claws out and
Put needles in a haystack my flow's raw
You start to shiver when a crow caws
By the end of this battle
You'll
Before you do me wrong, make sure you never need me again
And I'm feeling lighter on my feet
A little weight on my shoulders
But this shit made me elite
a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
motherfuckin' gang to me
And money, ain't a motherfuckin' thang to me
Let me break it down for you, keep a few shooters
And a damn good lawyer
Preparation for
a clean demeanor
Hates allegations but he's gay for wiener
Can't forget Yvette if you ever
Get to meet her
She's a got a set make you pet your peter
There
I'm Russ
They told me "here is the truth"
College may not be for you
I went to Germany, flew
Epiphany on full moon
Present day I'm steady movin
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