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Let's start this explanation
With no rhyme just variation
I won't go in acceleration
A story from my root nation
I feel appretiation, gratitude no

Puffin down the railway like a freight train 
High grade sensimillia on my brain easin' my pain
Hit after hit, my vision become more clear 
With

shout out to the plug and plugins
My dough nuts (donuts) I'm dunkin
Spend it then more come in
Got bitches in bunches I heard they cheaper by the dozen
I

a street kid. Fuck private property on an
Odyssey with my legion
Constantly smoking upon the broccoli
Obvious I'm on prodigy nobody on top of me
Bitch obey

nothin
You don't say
So you can walk on by
Or can plot and go cry
But we're not givin in last well...
See I don't care about
Any you motherfuckas I know

follow the King that's Christ
I'm not on the fence, I don't lean
I get a new hater every time my phone rings
I'm hated by the world
But that means that I'm

Express preschool me
My first recollection of the post office be
The mailman bringing
Them Christmas catalogs

And up through the years they were always

a lick we pulling up if I got a problem witcha, yeah
Feeling mighty powerful like yayo
Shawty walk by I'm like ayo
I let a bitch fuck with my conscious,

manager"
Put her on a track, and I ain't talkin' rap
Don't bring your ass home
Until you got my stacks
Too $hort, Lil B and Mack
We don't play by the book
If

to hard to bear, cause
I´ve been living in a constant fear
As time ticks by I wonder where my saviour is it must be near, or
Will it never come for me?
I

I want to know why you make the silence
Create the violence reflecting in my head
I'm on the run just a soul deceiver
A true believer lifted from

Need a daddy so badly 
They rally for a racist rapist
W a fake orange face lift
Gun-thumpin bible owners
Can't shoot or pray away Corona
By time the time

by us
Not for mine only benefit
New nation born
Looking back
Same from you was

Off-boarding the train to Manhattan
You smell that?
Smell what?
That, my friend, is the smell of potential
Smells like cat pee to me
Same thing
Come

I wish I was a pilot
With my very own aeroplane
So I could take you away and fly you 'round the world
In more or less than 80 days
Or one of us could

Pay me my money! 
Four words to live by Macabre 
Looks for the crooked 
And really no more fucks to give
Don't matter how he took it
My shiv took it

go
Controllin' the hustle no hesitation
I learned through struggles, adaptation
Aware of my surroundings in this nation
Racist faces across the states

That memory turned into a wife and children
Made a brick foundation
Now no lone wolf can blow down my nation, no
Thankful for these memories, now they

Think of me, my friend, until we meet again. Think of me until you see my smile
I'd love to hold you and keep you by my side. I'd love to be

forget the things from your past and
Ain't no one to stop me anymore
Feeding my soul with tears and roar
Squeezing out life
Learning by falling
Laughing

beat by a nigga droppin the fin
& from that point on my favorite number was 6

Gang affiliated named after the Panther nation
Huey be me, the way I live

A lack of resemblance may call for a confession and solemn repentance
For instance, first and natural as an example
This my boy, he's my spitting image
I'm

is chronically diabolical. The game never changed it got rearranged in strange ways no trains just private planes like Marlon Wayans 

Chorus: So who's

don't fight or fuss
If, you, want to rock with us
Our talent's with us, so with us leave your trust
Get to the show train cab or bus cause we're