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Taking hella risk making dirty money turn legit
Still hit or miss til then hands over fist
New to you but old to me you know that wooda love to trick

flatter, but imagine six months fatter
I'll be disgusting, I'll look old
And put everything on hold, do everything I'm told
By my folks who'll disown me, so

straight no other place you find will feel like home
It's a grand old adventure 
Nothing gained, nothing ventured
Oh God

mans ho
Dead that 9-5 walk around pockets deep 
Coming by house every time she change the sheets 
One day she blood next day she folks
lil bitty bitch

lifestyle is getting old
Walked with GOD for a while
Wandered off to another road
I can feel the distance
Pain throbbing through my soul
Son asking me "Daddy

are a girl who gets most of my stupid jokes
You are an old folk song that no one’s ever heard
You are a lovely accent when you speak
My muffin top
My

A kobold worthy of being proud

"In fact he donates all of his stones
To our old friend Phoebe -
To your first home"
"So we probably used them as kids, "

on the southside, college park old nat by the Popeyes 
Delgado could’ve been had mob ties 
Even when a nigga down I’m the fly guy , 
Donnie Katana is on the beat,

pics
I could play with words all day
Cause I been doing it since
I was 11 years old
Leaving them cold and sick
I think that I'm need some ice
When I'm

All you take is L's, this is show and tell
Me and my folk, we been doin' well
Peter Pan in the rap game
God damn, I think I caught a spell
I do not

the camera, you are on TV!

So you might as well look the part!

Go out and find me something newsworthy!

In the meantime
I'll share an old family recipe!

Infrared
I'm called Edward Scissor Head jagged scissor edge
These raps burst out of wedlock no newlyweds
Old school cat I was truly fed from a land of hip

it alone
Don't you go befriending no more
Don't you give it no old folks home
Come in any form shape and size
From a thousand eyed demon monster out

"Give me just one night, give me just one day,"
"Like before, like before."

And the old folks without comfort in their dying beds,
Memories of having

Gotta keep the ship right, pressure weighing heavily
Many mouths to feed, folks to keep off the streets
So I gotta bet it all that I'll never know defeat

my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah my car plays tennis
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah im a menace
Down in peachtree with the old folk

they waved goodbye to old friends as their shadows died 
Heading for a Promised Land and a dream that they’d been sold (Singing)

Chorus 
Thank God

even though it may not show
My family was drove by the people down the road
(Yeah)
I want to find something new like I'm looking for the truth
I'm waxy

state it feels so odd
Cuz I get more love than my home squad
But it's makin me grow so there's no loss
Now they hearin my name from the fort to the bay
I

can make grown folk 8 years old
I can make home anywhere I go
I can roll with the punches that Dempsey throw
And life as well give a slight exhale
Rain,

I come from a small town
Where the streets are dirt
Where folks still gather 'round
To share a word

This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray

Filled with jewels from my crown
Hide away till you get old
You’re better off on your own
Tell your lies to a passerby
And let 'em take you home
Did you

anyone deserves
My dad had his breadly brews and I would share 'em with some herbs
No not a fighter, had a work ethic an old school provider
The working

I remember when I was born
Before the earth was old and worn
Before I was so tired and forlorn
A pile of rocks and dirt and trees
I've grown by