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with your chest"
And that's from the heart
And as he passed me the torch he just grinned
Claiming, "i aint got no worries 'bout you though...
Or your
frisking down the Muslims
White supremacists is running as Republicans
Pro-lifers got a win with abortions
Bout to be more babies
Raised by the government
I ain't got no time
I ain't got time to be wasting no time
I got too many bad bitches waiting in line
She heard I'm that nigga through the grape vine
bring up my past shit
Say B I idolize you never in my life will I change up I ride for you if no one else I’ll slide too uh I been through it all just
16 I thought I'd be a millionaire
18 big boss running my affairs
Realistic didn't mean much, yeah that word felt so out of touch
And by 19 I'd be
a basement
"We're so in love!"
They giggled to the nation
La la la la
Three minute millionaire they said
The numbers rattled round his head
They spun
it’s me
Pack just landed in aint no more drought meet up at 3
Yup that fine with me, tell me where to be and bet I’m coming
They been waiting since
Looking to the lord I'm asking why
I feel that you ain't by my side
Have you ever heard a thug cry
I see that you looking me deep in my eyes
Lookin round
rounds of fire that y’all can jump through
Young’n said I was running late, I told him it’s past ya curfew
Patience ain’t complacent, and waiting ain’t no
Lying at your face, so you're dead to me
Got no plan, got nowhere to run
Walkin' outside, staring at the sun
Lost all my joy, nothing ever fun
No one
to top
faith
phone won't ring when you sit by it waiting
toast don't pop when you're watching the clock
we could be waiting on a sign
until the end
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
ain't selling nittys dreams
They got what I want
And I got what they need
My lizzys 1 to 3
The cats like my b
I'm steady by the beach
Dishing out sand
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
on
Third person, okay it from a distance ain't no getting close
I can't let 'em take me out the game cause these niggas hoes
Fun fuck, never ever put a hoe
double the payback
I can't be sitting round chillin
And I just bought a new maybach it ain't for drive bys and killings
stay the same, can't be afraid to skate
Please don't say it's over
Girl, it's not over
No I'm not desperate, I'm just looking for closure
Phone call,
millionaires
No matter how we fuck, know she ain't no peasant
Hit my shit, and hold my breath, like the room airless
Feel like I'm rising like a brontosaurus
that she gon get that may weather
Oh my gosh stop it
Okay I think I'm done
I'll just be here by the mic straight recording drinking rum
And having fun
me because for some strange
Reason they knew how frazzled
I used to be and every time I tell people
"No, no, i'm really good i'm really happy
I'm
can go wroarrr
No I'm just playing ma'
First class D you interested to stay by?
You interested to stay by
Only one go round
You need one more round
Left
Every fit a fashion statement
By now I'm past impatient
Checked with all my calculations
Next half solely cash I'm making and the other half is waiting
to bite
I can't do nothing but remind myself you done with that
And I ain't miss nobody else the way I miss you
And when I see you next it still won't be
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