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of high that make you call your kinfolks
And tell "Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen-year-old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was
through the long nights
Isolated long times
Many years gone by
Was a struggle strong fight
Going through step by step
Follow through rep by rep
Giving up
Yeah, haha
You feel that, baby?
Yeah, I feel it too
Damn (I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad)
You know, I'm so glad we could spend this time
years ago she did
The same thing in that same chair
She said this ones born to run
Everyday at noon like a chapel bell
Find her, Jesus, keep her
year
Play them same games next year
Feel the same pain next year
That's why my main thang
Is maintain
To next year
Yeah we all got 364 days to think
promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who
on me like transgenders with there birth sex
Yea I'm making this
Broad its complex my apartment
So I threw your shit by the garbage next to the
Garlic
need it all the time
That dreams needed to be shelved
When you're working for them
Nine to fives
As a kid
You're told you can do anything
With your mind
years ago, she did
The same thing in that same chair
She said, "This one's born to run"
Every day at noon, like a chapel bell
Find her Jesus, keep her
what's the time?
Yoko: what?
John: 9:30.good morning. I was saying about bagism,
you see, you get in this bag and you jump out the window.
Next thing you
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
a glass to those we miss
And we'll wish they were here
And say HEY, let's all be around for Christmas
The same time next year
So HEY, if you'll be around
Same time different year, I was diggin' your flow
Then I tatted you on my arm so niggas would know
I thought no one could stop us, matching gold
with you?
Will you feel any different
When you make it out to June?
New Year
New Me
New You
And New Goals
That time in your life to
Drop off the old hoes
Your mouth got you in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tongue
You wouldn’t have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with
another
365 more
This year flew by
And the next will do the same
I gotta at least get
One goal done okay
365 days
Only God can put me in my place
Where I
Got the Formula Four, flyer stuff
I'll be higher than the ISS by this time next year, set a date
Bet on me
Bet a B.E.T. on the beheading my dear
Raynk
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
deep
In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat
Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
Same shit different slum, where we about to go
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words
One time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he
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