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free but the church cost money
And he gon make you run it every sunday

I used to be the xmas king boy i wanted everything
I measured your love by what

there's no remedy
My intestines need cut out, a shorter end to me
But if my end comes closer due to surgery
Hopefully you'll still remember my face
20

fought back
And saw that he was whipped less
Often without money or connections
He escaped to the North at the age of
Twenty he became a leading

I just turned twenty two man shit kinda crazy no lie
Feels like yesterday I was celebrating my forth birthday with the Spider-Man cake
Happy to be

How Can I Not

Future

Honest [Deluxe Edition]

2014

We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20,000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not, how can I not

How can I

Rich Forever

John Legend

Rich Forever

2012

you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum twenty-one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming

Look at these kicks, they're gleaming white
Euro whip that's speeding nice
I been on track since 2-0 Bruno
Hublot you throw, don't it fly
Man's gotta

Jimmy Iovine

Ryan Lewis

The Heist

2012

I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it

I'm

destined
Thankful to December and the way I met you at twelve twenty-eight

Taking the subway on an afternoon
Running just so I can come through
At twelve

can't see how good you have it
You're taking a smile for granted

You're gonna wake up twenty years from now
Wishing you gave two shits about
All

twenty-five
If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side
And if I'm going down then I'm going down true
If I've got anyone to thank, then

When I think of all I put you through
Always taking you for granted
I never saw it from your point of view
Blinded by the double standard

You

Heikki's Suburbia Bus Tour

Los Rodriguez

Coming from Reality [Bonus Tracks]

1971

Did you read the Sunday paper
About the strong stomached twenty five
Who from an expedition
All came back alive
From that hostile country
Where

can pay out to me
Got so many of them still in store
Better than before
Open up a door that open 20 more
Do it for myself 
Not to settle score
Do it

Bullets hit you gon need surgery
We gon hit yo block kill everybody and do burglaries
I’m the one dat terrorize the city u ain’t heard of me
I’m gon be top

I swear this life was made for us
All these late nights is made for us
Tell the old ones please pray for us
Tell 'em this Sunday to pray for us
I

them I needed help
I did I did
Nobody reached out so I did it by myself
The same ones that turn their backs on you criticize
When I called my plug he

Don, are you ok
It's a cold world, Bodie

Ay like twenty something on a Mink coat
Made her hit a little C note
Matter fact, that's what she wrote
I

motivation
So my new shit sound like cityscapes on a sunday night and im 20k in
On a lit night imma pop something lil weed smoke and some fornicating
God damn

even lie I'm taking a flight and the day off
Up in the clouds I'm puffing the end all
Taking advice I'm going all a-wall
Twenty twenty twenty twenty

you a holy hater
The young game taking over the rap, and I'm the sole creator
Bitch
I still wouldn't tell a lie if I went A through Z
Quit thinking you

OK
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Mmm, no
Ugh

Twenty five
Twenty six

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the Victor hand me my medal
20 years and I'm stuck in time
Repeating the same old damn crime
Over and over writing the same rhyme
By now I should get with