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Madara flow whenever I'm facing armies
Vice city outcome, ended by the palm trees
Dwayne Wade hustle- only count 'em by the 3's
3rd eye closed-
a brudda move like Grizzy
Bare live corn in a four door truck
If I came earlier I would have saw more luck
North Face jacket same one
From the crib session
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
on the pussy, I'm 'bout to tap that
Hey, I just wanna sex, smoke and vibes, baby
I want you by my side, baby
And I want your jeans down to your ankles
You're
I live my live like a champion
I'm the 3 and the 2 and the 1
Blessings ah come in abundance
Don't stop results soon come
Yaweh ah be my companion
I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
I know
I know it's been hard
Being alone
I know it's been hard
Wow Ray
Cruising with the heat
I'll let this burn slow
Counting down the days until we
nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three days since the living room
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
I realized it's
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
my pain, might go out with a bang
3am roaming streets, tryna make some change
Them long nights gone generate them better days
I don't give a fuck how
, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday
betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
Leaving you, girl, headed down, down that road
You left me many burdens, and such a heavy load
And man it sure does wig me out
When I think about
looking
There's nothing, nothing left to find
Nothing, nothing left to find
So I left him down in Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from
up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I
got murk
Its time to move fast
Hey yo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates
Blew on the first class
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
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