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I got the news she's getting married
I didn't get a mailed paper invite
Reminds me of the time we swore in high school
What a fool
A girl I knew had

Riding inna coupe so I cannot take a four door nigga
I needed a hand, they turned they back on me, so ion even owe them niggas
Not even them older niggas

a tight rope
Trapeze on the track she a high roller
Casanova, put the paper on bifocals
My motto, brick by brick
Build a young mogul
When it come

to other guys
Heard my voice and she start gettin' butterflies
Thing don't jam, that's why that's my type
Bro don't hop out the whip, let's drive-by
Got

Franklin
Lookin' like I'm famous, Rollie all stainless
Uncle Larry Juice by the cases
She knew it was me from the pricey-ass fragrance
Real 90's baby, I

single mother she got three boys
Let's chill and play it by the ear like a keloid
My ese in on too Amazon driver
Gave me all his routes told me best time

Watch as it burns away
Dew and mist and rain
Welcoming the day
Waiting for a train
Take me home again
There she waits
Half a life to waste
I can't feel

Approach the verse like we at church, scope the perps
Mira first need I curse
L hex em all the woes at work
Poles and shirts guns and turfs blunts

washed by his own mind but he has no mother.
Sick in the head sick the head
she wanna open her leg.
Fed American bread we give up just to feed off meds.

as fuck and you can't take me down
Why your bitch remind me of a blunt? Oh she get passed around
I was movin' way to fuckin' slow so let's get faster now

Yeah, uh, check me out, I'm feelin' high, sky scrapin
Out here still actin' reckless, Scribblin' blank pages, night time, my mind
So restless, Still

on my side

Lil bitch think im stupid
She do me dirty on the side

Ima fuck her friend and lie

I take lil blue pills to keep my head up out the sky

I

How to Flow

Nice & Smooth

Ain't a Damn Thing Changed

1991

me an inch, damn right, I'll take a mile
Cause I keep funky fresh routines on file
There's a lot of MC's out there that show and don't prove
Runnin

They flaky just like we in & out the system
And pray that the lord is with you
Cause the forces with me, mean a corpse is with you
I ain't playing around

Threesome

Jay Tee

Latino Velvet

1997

rockets
Three motherfuckers about they pay talkin' shit all day
As up fo' sho' we gon' stay'a
Go to bay'a
Been take a brought down on our way'a

Yeah,

an album?", shit, prolly
If you catch me out in traffic
Prolly riding big body
Prolly finna sip Wocky, prolly finna get high
I can't trust you 'cause I know

lost em
How you confuse all I accomplish wit flossin
High in the sky I lock eyes wit the Martians
I'm getting by wit the time that I'm offered
Awkward

I got a soft ear for you
You want to vent then go ahead I'm listening
Let me turn the stove down
I'll take the time if you need a minute love
Tell me

to sail by the time they call me idol
Me not the answer
I don't get that
Sloppy ass bitches hella gross like a Big Mac
Trying to copy off my page bitch I

He wanna get on a song
Give me my money
Or take yo ass home

I'm smoking that gas so high
Idk my home

I'm getting done in the seat
She won't let me go

(Take Risk), (Out the matrix)

(Listen), (look)

Baby I ain't got time
I gotta make rhyme
Go disturb some other
Gotta put the dots on the I, by

bloated
My cup stay coated
Sky high, zoning
I'm 1 of 1, cool if I don't be a star
'Cuz they be gone by the morning
Call my bro Hov, he the jigga man
Might

I'm trying to get higher
That's what I desire
You know I can't lie
I want to get high
Not just to get by
She's my ride or die
I'm trying to get higher

see me smile
The back of my mind its a frown
I love my fam
But sometimes I wanna kill them
I hate the feeling
But Im being true to my feelings
We all