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Number two is for pencils
So I'ma do instrumentals (yep)
I write in my head
I still see too much potential (yeah)
I'm throwin them parties
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck, 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game
This is my voice
My weapon of choice
This is life
This is life
This is plate
This is a cup
This is a story I didn't make up
This is a girl
pictures on his android While he's sipping 40's
Feeling really twisted and he's talking to his sister
"Ayo Janet where's my nephew is he with the sitter?
I
to these reverends; wit poor reception
I'm still more eclectic wit a broader spectrum from the main source; not large professor
The Lord my shepherd
And I
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
Y'all gotta stop
I want more cash and more fast
I went on a run like I'm
All gas from all bad
You're dealing with a locksmith
My mindset is too
what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
This glory story has no end,
There’s way more to it
Seek the Lords ordinance you’ ll find his exact coordinates
Still mourning this as the morning
regimen
To keep myself busy
Every day he suggested working out
But I know my body ain't built
For that there's Al, whose cell is
Across from mine he's
from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?
the Lord ain't on his side tonight
His soul be rose in the sky tonight
Cause this guy be like, "My shit
Is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you
the last words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals
All the war is mental
Degenerate to core, cut forever from the Son
Lord have grace
Why do I feel this way about life or death
Why do I steal an kill Your life breath
Why can't I
flesh
But you seek not
Glory of your own self
How you got conceived Lord
Defines that you're in deed God
Favoured by the men and God
Though still child
hardened me
And this time, even my heel is protected
This song is my armour and my weapons
And with them
I’ll win over time itself
I will Immortalize our
Fenty like Fentanyl, the
'ish is all legitimate
E was down ten for this" and
Those lines quickly go from prohibition
To a war on street drugs, associated
said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my
suggest you pipe down
I'm not ashamed of the soil that I'm made of
Brave woman, my granddaddy is where I got my name from
You don't know me well enough
I found myself in a dark place
Had to figure out how to get out of this space
It's a race for my life my lord please stay by my side
My mind is in
a call from my dog name Jalen
And when he hear this song he gon probably think I'm crazy
See we just had a good conversation
Plus he rep Baltimore
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
Lord do it
(Lord do it)
Lord please do it for me
(Lord do it for me)
This is a cry if you love your children
(Lord) lord do it
Do it for me
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