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and soul
He told me come home

But God your promise
It's always real and on my mind
When I don't want it
You've been by my side 
Proving that I just don't

the bait
Know the ass real, you can tell by the waist
Headed to the wealth, I ain't even gotta chase
Headed where I'm headed, I ain't even gotta fake

the plan (ooh)
I was the one up in school, you thought was a fool
You thought I was bland
Cause I did not wanna go chill at a party (nope)
I was home with

the confidence that I should to be an entertainer, I'm guarded
I'm more concerned with being an artist
Cause every record just aint a multi-platinum recording

Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk

The country 

Like Hotels and the Book of Mormon

other side of a thin line 

The love language is extortion 

Recording 

Treat the toyota like Jeff Gordon

never rode a

I love you gramma 
Grandad 
I miss you guys 
I can't believe I lost you both this year 
Everybody back home 
Jaime Chris Kendrick Skyy,

know I'm the man 
(She stay down down, she know I'm the man)
Make a video, post to her OnlyFans 
(Make a video, post to her OnlyFans)

She love  when I

it all for my passion
You can tell by every single action I take
Imma love till the day that I pass and I break
Back in to make a couple paths for

The Table

Raekwon

Immobilarity

1999

Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin John dolo
First

Sharp Shooters

Talib Kweli

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2

2000

the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth

Sharp Shooters

Talib Kweli

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2000

changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John

Made it hard to breathe, like I was feeling asthma
Made it hard to see, I couldn't see the dashboard (Damn)
But I made it home
A little more empty now

cautious 
But with the verses You would swear that I was born for the pulpit 
I never spoke whats the use People judge by appearances
First black label like

getting drop kicked
My mind is like the plot, I've never lost it
Real nigga shit, this isn't cheesy like Wotsits
Kicking down doors, I don't need no

didn't get home on time
The fruit falls outta the tree
cnd ends up food for the flies
The end of the humble plums
That got over-ripened by pride

The Plum

Moe Meaux
Movenchy
Yeah hold up let me take this call real quick
What's good bro
Yo
Where you at fool
Yeah man I'm out London right now
Word yo

had me sea sick
When she split
I dove on some g shit
Went down on some freak shit
Then drowned on some geek shit
At they let me re hit
Real shit though

a stadium giving me dome
And I love the Ravens away like we home
Like Lamar I just fuck with the scramble
I won't do no fronting I won't throw you nothing
Got

of prize we just never had the time for it
We too focused on the recording
This life catches up you can't run from it
Guaranteed you'll never get the love

my 1st love
I can't lie, I mean it for real I got mad love
For teaching me the lessons of the world in 16 bars
And teaching me the patience

crew
I've been kicking ass like John Wick, call me Keanu
I don't fuck around, I'll have you bleeding like a Piru
Got her pussy wet, I need a boat, it's

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy