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and good comments.
Laughing throughout texts while they hiding inner pains.
This is a mobile cemetery filled with dead souls.
I can be a funboy but I got

see I lived in Florida (Yeah)
New York, Alabama, VA 
I have that formula for them east coast cities
I lived in Charlotte I'm no foreigner to North

He done seen a n***a froze by the light
Cold winter nights
Seen n****s left, still did em right 
Poppin pillies yes 
Strong with the sprite
Losing

every mother fears
Never threatened by my Other peers
Share a common bond we a family yes those are my brothers there
Like the people you find under

we just cordial
Coachella my shirt, and I ain't even make it out to the festival
Characterized by emotion, if I got love for you I'm affectionate
Still

talkin' bout Fortnite get sent to the lobby
Yo bitch a thotty she givin' me toppy in public she good but in private she naughty
Yea that bitch be givin' me

Yo, I go by the name of Fadah man. I'm an artist from Chicago
And if you don't know shit about me, you should know that I'm a

Made nigga
Spade nigga

was Jesus
With all those followers I wouldn't need to tweet or need this
Class! And you could take that grade and leave it stapled by your table
Take

killed

My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour

killed

My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour

a drug or who does em (Or who does em)
Cause I done seen ruin lives by the dozens (By the dozens)
Some people hate to hear the truth cause it hurt em

got means to pay
All the rats keep us on our knees
We pay em back sevenfold
Always bring em just what they need
Like good sheep on the assembly line

to be
You are so dead to me, I hope... 

I aint got no sympathy 
And by the time you hear this then you'll know you're not meant for me
And we were not

before
My father never said much
I was a quiet kid
I never went in for the things
That the other boys did
I would have been a good father
But I could never

can say (Jesus, bare tune bowy)
Years gone by and still (sound dead 'ya now)
These words don't come easily (wa'ppen to some ah dem fool 'ya?)
Like

I'm fucking the queen bees
A couple Lolade's and some Chi Chi's
For a bag of racks and some freebies
Painting my cemetery
It look good so the muddy be

In My Backyard

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

Used to hold Guns And Roses, now I hold double revolvers.
Met this girl named Charlotte, she looked Good in my bed,
'til my Bizket went Limp 'cause she

by flaws
I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you
See I'm TRU, because my niggas

Hit the Chaw

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

and gees servin that ass like the military
Runnin mo' yards than Marcus Allen through the cemetery
Swervin down the Chaw rollin evil with the glock cocked

like good sex,
We stackin paper like a bookshelf.
It's gon be my privilege to tell,
How Kartel ran dancehall sittin in the middle of a cell,
And my

the time
Feeling lonely no ones by my side but I be on my grind
They push me in the dark the only thing that's left to do is shine
 
I did it on my own that

Nana-na-nana-na-na-nanana
Feeling on my vibe, it's so magic
Drinks by the beach, I'm a glass in
Can only fuck wit' you, if it's organic
Cruisin' top

me
I wish I had a sweet story
I never had good beginning
But I'm working hard to try to change my ending
I'm haunted by the voices of the abused

Me and my bitch driving to a Cemetery, thick fog lies where the Bodies get buried
She's acting all scary, she said it feels Wrong, but this is