Lyrics:
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
Feel the Being-Toward-Death
Face the void day by day
There’s no life after Death
Here and now each second
We die!
Therefore transcend your
first Nirvana song so even then
When no one's friends were really serious
I knew you loved me by the
Way you looked in second period
I'd see you in
of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You a son of a gun"
Just got off
the walls and glass photo frames, hanging in the night-fallen living room
The second is eating pancakes early in the frosty morning before school
Him coming
I want when she tell me
Put your fucking hands in the air
And I'm swinging side to side all by myself
I don't even need nobody I don't need nobody's
“We got us a smart-ass freak”
I got a receipt, he reaches in his pocket
Cop pulls a gun, Jamal hears him cock it
Second cop rides him face down, knee
want it twice
One of a kind, know your everythin' is one of mine
Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yeah
Cold hearts
can't see the horizon
My eyes embrace the fog
A shift a gaze at
Worlds unknown
Derive new chronicles
Radimir!
You can die every second in this hell
the Uber
Yuh
After baggage claim
I just hit I-4 w a hunnid plates
6:30 Almost 7 an my niggas havent ate
By 9 o'clock
My niggas got they pockets looking
of the power
Time is money and it's clickin' by the hour
(tick tick tick) clickin' by the minute
It's clickin' by the second
Don't let it get ahead when
You
my number~~
(Verse 1)
Gotta helluva grind
Where I come from that mean you put in work
If time is money wuz every second worth
Show up and show out
much with you at night
I think I can smell you and hold you
My living second self, one being with you
I am in despair: you won’t tell me anything about
know boy
Half a pound in seven days that's smokin' (that's smokin')
If you ain't bout your family or getting bread you jokin'
It's you, it's you
How fuckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I?
And ain't shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit
And I'm his spittin' image,
on the top so you know he living Eiffel
Took the aim of Oswald, caught him North in the Face
All them other kids they had they tools aimed at space
Levi had
Face in the window in the night.
Caught for a second by the light.
Ashes of memories still aglow. (Only for you)
Portraits and pictures you once
boo-blucka, recognize who we are
We ghetto superstars
And y'all motherfuckers
Done took it too far
Recognize G's when we in your face
Put it down like it go
By the break of dawn
As the sun of grace revealed it's righteous face
To witness seven soldiers die
A minor death just another stitch
In our
I did that nooo
Think I need a second job this is quite the tax ohh
See my homie pull up (Gas!)
In a Pontiac
Bumpin let's go Brandon FJB while pumping
thereof
You're crippled in your soul and you got no love
So press it tight stop the bleeding
Your heart's not right it just stopped beating for a second
butts and I can not lie (no lie)
You other brothers can't deny (I won't)
When a girl walks in with her itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer
face it and see the reality of our words
Ghetto to the burbs, shit, it will be helping yall
I am filling up my verse, with metaphors, with the devil in
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