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We just keep moving on
Till we can move no more
We need to keep fighting
Just gotta keep fighting

The start of the day with a colorblind sky

said I just got paid lets
Hang out for a while
I said first would be my pleasure
To know who you are
And do I have to use my tokens
Or do you have a car

dub’s doe,
Drove by Eric on our way 2 blow da blunt smoke
How I link another female while I’m in yo city
How I put up w cho shit but chu dip in a jiffy?

It's time to fill your bucket with acts of kindness
Every good thing we do is a little drop in the bucket 
So, on your mark get set let's go!

When

It's Like

Fredo

Third Avenue

ain't no bird, that's just some pigeon time
I used to try and get hella fresh before visit time
I'm swimming by, bracelet and watch cost me sixty-five

an innertube
You don't even know the half of it this is just a little bit residual
The Latin bandit I'm coming at it like a criminal
I'm bad Billie Jean aint

had
Even when we mad we keep coming back
Never give up is the best we can ask
You by my side I sleep better at night
When I get it wrong you help get it

Left em at the house on the stove top
If they wanna get em then they gonna have to kick rocks
Runnin to my house with they dogs just a few blocks
Leave

the bottom
I just know staying down never Fixed the problem
Sometimes getting back up can 
Take a while
In the meantime we learn how to 
Fake a smile
When it

caught on to it like Jamar Chase
Some days I feel broken like a vase
So I don't need "how you doing?" in my face
I just need space
Ima keep it frank
While

a Xanny, having trouble when I sleep
Maia got a best friend, bad bitch, yeah, she go by Z
And her other friend named Jordan, just like 23
I'll come back

everything with you doesn’t concern me
Not a little, I gave it a lot
When you were in mind I gave all that I got
Now with supreme confidence I just jot
About

crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my

the south
I ain't talkin' the Bayou
I'm workin' my nigga I ain't into runnin' my mouth
I'm just blowin' right by you
I'm in a position to make sure the dough

Grandma
I pray to God you still hearing this
It's been hell without you
Tears while I'm reading this
The words I'm finna speak
The tears that's finna

about it later
Now you know what it is, she don't even gotta say shit
Woah
She Say I got her lifted, it might just be this spliff kid
My mackin is

your discussions
When every damn day, I still deal with the repercussions
I wish that I could say that this was just another phase
But I've been caught

man to the box while you planned to stay eatin, naw
I'm just rapping, wondering what the hell happened
Ain't too many getting shine though
Murder,

on it
While he’s cooking on tape homey] x 2
Supha Tell ‘em that we got it
This is the lyrical huddle
It is little bit of something to vibe with
Sermon

yesterday i probably did smoke a little too much i don't know what i can afford
But if you want to match come over
That's that good shit that makes you want

still look at my past and start regretting things
And while it never helps to do so, I continue to do so
Wishing my life could be redirected by a Russo

just mess with my soul
Cause all these people that's around my little homie
Talking to him was a troll
I know it comes off in a certain way
But honestly,

felt the unction to function 
When all of a sudden 
This tender little thang 
Made her way right on over by me
Dancing sexy all in my face
Then she

of his dick 
Into that small opening, 
Likely making a mess on his hands and his pants
And then leaving it on the beach
When he could have just pissed