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And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
common garri for five naira
For poor man to chop now mehn omo I tire
For junction na so, so sandi police dеy collect
Agbero don take stylе leave picking
I was a young nigga, stuffing dope and guns in Grandma's couch
I don't care where you at, as soon as you drop the low, we sending them out
Ayy, lil
Me doh want no hand out
Try fi get it like me have it planned out
Couple boy dem hate that i'm the man now
But dem understand how
When you put the work
die antie my wil tackle met 'n plan
Net daar en dan kom ek by my senses ek wys haar Antie nee man cool af you loop mos kerk
Daar's mos klomp diakins
you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I
know
If you don't, then I couldn't tell you
Laid up with your man
He like, you drunk
I said, I'm getting there
Took me out my Nova
Must've known it was
of your eye
Oh oh oh you're so sweet
I know you're so kind
Can't you see my face, girl
Must gon' be running out of time
Jealous love
I got to go
me when you eat and drink.
I must be mad thinking I'll be remembered.
Yes, I must be out of my head.
Look at your blank faces. My name will mean
Nicodemus came at night so he wouldn't be seen by men
Saying, "Master, tell me why a man must be born again."
When He spoke to them in the city, did they
crazy
Coz I drop bars on them punks
Man I lay waste on these skunks
Trunks
Big man in them boxers
Small jabs and they knock out
Knock knock
Ring a bell
in a world shaped by us!
A glistening gift shines through the flux.
Yes we can win against illusion, get a higher conscious we must.
Work on your
and it's time to admit it
This is the end bitch, I'm livin' till finished
I get carried by fans into arenas and functions
You get carried by feats and some
my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that
Everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at
I'm
seriously by now
What do I mean by take it seriously
Some people still rushing out and just don't care about it
Thinking that's normal
Better fuck yourself up
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
don't got no prop guns
I got a mixtape comin' out soon
Tell the pussy boy to drop some
Fuck action, I hate that nigga, bro
He such a bitch
Until I pop
die by the judge
You scared of the law better follow the book
Stop judging a man from the way that he looks
Don't tell on another man even a crook,
longer must you be
I'm all alone out on the ocean
When will you come and rescue me
It's too late for new beginnings
In this world I've left behind
There
a chance, stepping out, like he needs more
Ay, she sells seashells by the seashore
Ain’t got a permit cops raid her store
Ain’t got time for this no more
Your
like yourself man
So whether you bangin for crip or blood
You better bang for sumthin young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by
about man how they don't care
First you reach top then they get drop
Lick the man out with an excellent shot
Do you want some of that
Lick of the head top
The water was knee-high by the fourth of July
Mississippi gone out of control
The cows were drowned water flooded the town
People running just
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