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life when he went and died
So the least I can do is just give him all of mine
So how many of y'all are ready to fight by my side
'Cause this is what
focused when we lace the booth
Homie we some blazin’ youts, steady when we aim and shoot
Achin’ just to show and prove, ready for whatever, duke
And these
to do
I look at you - I know what to do
They gotta try!
Now I'm not here to preach or tell you
The way you got to live
Just stop and thing about what you
When you think you know what's the right thing to do
And you find you just don't have a clue
And when things turn out to be not what they seemed
You
Probably, right?
Anyway
No, anyhow, wait,
Take a pen and write it down
Talkin 'bout the down and up
Frankly I dont give a
Fuck you if you with em
Find it
a outcast rout out my direction cause im down bad
Brown but im bored of education not about trash
Found rap but its saturated by the clowns
Alot of em out but
a outcast rout out my direction cause I'm down bad
Brown but I'm bored of education not about trash
Found rap but it's saturated by the clowns
A lot of em out
seen that Cheque that I just got
I remember going halves on draws blood
Now they take press shots not mugshots
And they all go Janum's tour
That's
blinded but I can see
People full of shit I'm just here to give the colostomy
I'm on an odyssey, under pressure I'm cracking
They watching me watching me
a young child stares at a glowing screen transfixed by tales of violence
his teenage father tells him that that's life, not that Barney shit
a purple
goodbye and never come back
my back is not heavy enough to carry you on my shoulder
goodbye just disappear in the sky
we used to be the powder
This is fact, not fiction that I just stated
Don't know it all, but understand a lot
Boy is playin' in the sand and in his head he's shot
By another
take a walk around the house for free
Okay that's just what my management would love to see
Hits on hits, I do not play
Nigga's take shots like it's
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
Never speak to me tuff
With all due respect
If you can't pay your debt
Your excuses I don't give a fuck
This is the perfect example
On how you just handle
To the whole city
I wanna be about
To the hip to the hop to the hip hop
To the hip the hop to the hip hop hop
Baby give it up and you don't stop
Laughter rushes out of mouth, clutchin my stomach, abs burning
From fast learning, not cash earning
Cause we wasn't really on 'at yet, just yes' y'alling
happy
She said i come alive when you come around
She can tell you on my mind when you not around
I had my walls built up but you broke'em down
You were
J'ai Changé de nom comme à astana
Vien pas par ici ça fait pa pa pa
20, 000 In the bank
Im ready to give it away
I don't really give a fuck about money
Then comes the zenith of man's camaraderie. Then comes Guille the French clgerian Bulldog. Who has not spent time with Guille has lived in vain.
And she's tired of waiting up for you
'Cause she's got a lot of things to do
Like the minefield she's treading into
Just to get her message through
You gotta
of mind?
What about your last disaster?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, ah
It's not like he's some kinda rich man
Just a normal brick on brick man
Everybody knows
darker in every day passing by.
So accept, hate is not a choice.
Embrace the dark, scream with all your voice.
Nobody knows, the burden you carry
my name trying to tear me down
But I'll always rise up ready for another round
Now I'm aiming for that comeback
Utah in that last half
If you don't
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