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ten years
Did you go for your dreams
Were you derailed by fears
It's been a minute
And I wish I would have called
Just to catch you up
How's it 2022

the business a scram
Look over your shoulder
See the nigga ripping your man
Police run up on the scene
He tripping like "Damn!"
He don't know who did it
He keep

Yea
This songs called hold me down
It's off the album two thousand and forever
By Tom Charles and Apcquest
We got our man Isaac playing guitar
We're

faithful
Unto the streets of gold
What this world presents
Let my nieces know they're more
You're a gift, to be unwrapped
By your husband, none more
Let my

living your life then don't hate mine  

Your opinion isn't relevant I'm just saying 
I'm in the game your stands spectating 
I got hot by being myself I'm

your four door stereo
Love and Life balance, Golden Ratio
Power of mind purge hate by force
Top of the Giza we'll play of course
We paint our heart

feeling really tired
Sick of the tv fuck the media and its lies
There's always enough to split it up between you and i
They wanna make you think we got

from all my favorite albums
Your shit flour this shit is some unrelated powder
Don't get us confused nigga my shit is pure
It's still me, I just laced it

and "T" and I
Would always make home movies
Be goofy play Yugi
Then get hit by the sun
We're all grown up now
"T" is bored and "J" got married
Me I founded

with the bros, pass the mic
Cut her off she gon' go support the opps outta spite
I stack this paper up I'm in a mansion
I make this money do backflips

many fold, many tried
Many go, I survived episodes I shouldn't have
Sold me some love, drugs, I could make an album out of
Feet up, targetin' me like

Then make them shiver by the vocal verses
No contact as an eye minus a lens
If you try you get singed
Why minus your skin
Name another artist covering

not heal

CHORUS
There’s still that soft voice in the back of your mind
That reminds you your behavior has not always been refined
There are so many

a two-state, but
They saying “quiet down, Pac you fuckin money up
Talking wreckless out your neck and we ain’t done enough”
Fuck it what’s done is done I answer

place
Every day I wake up knowing I'ma have to fake a smile
Gotta make sure that my sister grows up as a happy child
She know I'ma make it and although my

little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

vinyl albums by the crate now that's great
it was a bit late for a clean slate
filled up the chalkboard it was time to erase, uh oh
sometimes the biggest

logic
Not understanding points from my view could be toxic
Think Freeze lost it?
Stop it!
Asking where's the album? EP? Mixtape?
Drop it!
Seem like

Is out forseen by thousands
Most of your favorite artists in the country
You ain't gonna see me around them
Four and a half bags for this feature

it never went
And if niggas really opps, I'm on your ass, you ain't living it
A droptop been cruising on my mind, so how I'm getting it
I sell

Everything is silently vicious The pilgrim's intentions
Only mention brought up by victims
And they say
That's okay
That's okay
They don't know
Childhood

mauwi mauwi
That opens up heads Brooklyn to Cali
I blast heads like rocket ships
So figgety feel this, a miggetty meal this
That’ll ready up your mind by

know I couldn't leave you out bro
Next one we going up
Jessie
Special thank you to you brother
Couldn't have made this album without you
And any body