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The cross hair in my eye is a vessel to god
The container that kept you around is in a hole in the yard

Sail the cemetery seas, half the crew leaves then

Told me she ain't into the games 
Nigga don't play me 
The way you fill the dress out we could go half on a baby 
What's up 
Lit as fuck 
Car service 
So

I should have left a note before I left home
Return of the intellectual
Vessel to level the metronome
Using lows as stepping stones
For setting goals

full of hollow tips I'm tryna rip a nigga shit
These hockey puck niggas get hit with the slapstick
Spill ya noodles in traffic the service be closed

on my toes
9fifty on my dome, bottle service in my zone (in my zone)
Catch me sitting pretty sipping on the Henny VSO
In my city I am well known; Mr.

a vessel for my cigarette butts
On every corner there's a bottleshop
Taught that half cocked isn't medium rare
cnd hand shakes can't change my gears
Was this

Room service deliver
What I sent for
Lost in the cell
With my ship going down
Put that message in a bottle
Hope it reach you
Long days
Hard times they

deux ?
Frère j'sais que c'est pour toi menteur
Cette merde consume peu à peu
Saleté prenant l'aspirateur
(?) trafic d'armes de guerre sévère
Ces

mind in a zone
Just stationed at home, between the Sat Nam and Om's
Understand that nothing's complicated
Our karma reverberated, bringing forth some

the scenery
And seeing who's down with the greenery
So let's all forget the drama
Blaze up the marijuana
Light up a nag champa
Zone out to this ill mantra

pour casser la vitre
Fais belek au bigo, parle jamais pour tchi, bête cramée dans la zone
Cramé par le service du 17, faut rester discret, jamais être

Panties
Raf I be swerving
Bouncing in traffic
Know I be serving
Im in the hills
My phone aint got no service
Fuck on yo hoe
But it wasnt on purpose
She want

through the traffic
Me and Ave going at it
Me and Aychell doing so well
God our pockets gettin fatter
Bed soft you a mattress 
Lil niggas can't match this

ease 
New car, no lease, paying cash
No checks only blue bens on me

No service 
Switching lanes
Stuck in traffic 
On my way
Doing extra going out my way

I’m in traffic in a Rover
Blunt long like a shoulder
She giving me neck
I’m throwing plays, Tom Brady
These niggas acting shady
I'm mash potato gravy

stop
Mornin' traffic is crazy up and down the block
So I hit 'em with the left, right, left and clear
Make my turn and check on the rear
The brown fleet,

biens que j'aurais fais m'aurais servis à R
À part nous critiqué, tu sert à R, ce n'est chez nous que tu va zoné

Beaucoup d'ennemis, zéro allié, venu

Just Like Home

Tim Easton

Special 20

1998

best friend's suit
Flyin' on down the two-lane, sittin' in the free man's zone
And then another Peterbilt turned over
It wasn't traffic it was just

I just hopped in the coupe
And the car swervin'
I pull up on your bitch
Like it's car service
I'm in that Bentley, no Benzo
Straight to the end zone

l'go pour vingt grammes
Ma zenqa, c'est un hammam, c'est pas comme à Paname
Station-service Africa, darbouka ou les tam-tams
Y a les strip clubs aux

Roubaix, dans le nord de la France
Cette ville proche de la frontière Belge
Est une des zones les plus sensibles
En matière de trafic de drogues