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grows
Eventually friends will be there for me
But until then I'll just do it my own self
Don't you see I need help
Why you listen in stealth
You don't

you know, you know, I'm patently feeble
Seems I'm happily ignored when they keep holding cold bottles
Sold hours of my time, tryn'a keep a roof above me

[Royce – over Chorus]
"Rock City Version 2.0" in stores right now
Feel me!
"Dead or Alive" the new album comin in Spring niggaz
If you gonna go buy

don't know me honestly
I'm a heaven sent instrument so how are you gonna stop me
Being talented is my habit, even my name tapi
In full means given by god

repair my life and live with hope instead
Of suffocating till my lungs are useless and I'm out of breath
I don't want you to see
The futuristic me
Reminds

to feature a rap artist 
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man 
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know

And we

goat
And you my green pasture
Umm I don't know
This is like uh, one of those times where it's like you know, when you hear an album and You're like "oh

music to the public
I know not every one will love it
But don't ever say that it's nothing
That gets me angry
That kind of talk will make me crazy
How you

Transcend to a place with my spirit extended.
Extend out the blade that my soul has amended.
By the grace of the Creator, yea they with me defending.

Label me a shit talking trouble maker...I call it honesty
I don't it so you niggas acknowledge me
Being honest is modesty
 And I hate when people

depressive shit was a joke and there was just no appealing
See, after that first album I started getting pissed
Then you dropped a deluxe version that was

Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd

me I don't deserve to
Design a T-shirt" If I want to
Design a T-shirt in my lifetime
Then please help me do it! People say, "Well
Why don't you just do

And keep expecting me to save you, right
And I heard it
That's good
Fuck antidepressants, by the way
I ain't never touching that shit
Don't touch that shit,

sip sip sip till it take effect theft
Catch a check don't know the rest yet
I'm depressed will everyone's that
Well I guess, better less think
I think

thing that you see
Is a made up version of me

I changed so many times I don't know the difference between a lie and the truth
And I don't know which

about me off lack of content
Somebody close told me she don't see on't see music working out
Had to forgive her, she don't know what I'm abooouuuttttt
My

Don't call me local
Yeah am antai-social
I got 99 problems on me u ain't even one on my roster
Am a serial offender
UFC heavyweight contender
Me

1 on the album? I don't know
I feel like it's fire
I just, it might just be a hit to be honest, it might be a hit and like my mind
'Cause you

goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode

Test me

more like a 100 yard dash
I done been through the worst of the worst times
Trust me but I still seen it all pass, all pass
Don't you know that one day

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

(yeah-yeah)
I know why you hate, 'cause you don't feel safe in your own apartment (nah)
I don't know why you hate, 'cause you know you lame and know you

Blow It Out

Ludacris

Twanked Out Down South

2004

you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall