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Power music 
Power music (stadium music man)
Win Win situation 
Here it don't stop
Solid as a rock

Hey yo I started at the bottom
Now I'm headed

on deloreans when we going in
Big fish to go get fried like worldwide with hope in him
Notice we the chosen, broken molded by the king
Royalty inside my veins

molestor kept it intact
Your strand say it got no plan
My band makes the best of a bad hand
We've never seen a white or a black man
But we've seen a brown

be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me sir, I

of the night before, and the heat of passion
your big brown booty
my mind starts flashin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
should I pursue to do

A hunnit good reasons 
R.I.P Big, Pac, L and Stack 
They all died for no reason
Just like Mike Brown 
Amadou, George Floyd 
Breonna too
Can't be calling it

myself I would be something rap game like the big great pumpkin no assumptions don't say nothin
An they can't keep their money, but for years they keep

I'm the motherfucking closer 
It's over 
When I step near the mic stand
Honkey got flow but bro I'm no white man
Brown boy don't give a fuck I just use

shit, could this be love?
Nah, I’m posted, fly high
Nationwide coastin’
Pretty brown eyes, where we Eloping
Man, I’m hoping
We get close & never fold then

crutch, won't get old
Tempted by lust, no bed rose
Empath side crushed to bits, this life shit ain't no joke
In a world where the invisible man is left

at night
Okay, bring the party to life
Big thing if I show up
Shawty got a new man to over and get closure
I'm still lulburks what's poppin don't know what

What's in it? It's finished. I'm brining it back to triple digits
I'm thinking that rap's bringing it back, to it's humble beginnings
Big shoes to fill,

They want our mouths to kiss and smile
But no talkin
Less Jim Brown
More Herschel Walker
And Jimmy had his problems
I don't big him up
Most men was

But sure I would see you later

Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya

here for the dearly departed /I can recall it I was a mess then /surrounded by nothing but yes men /who go along when I'm doing wrong /I had no one

Well I looked into your big brown eyes babe
Sometimes lacking every shade
I don't see it, neither do you
How the anger start it's haze
Quick comes

big rounds!

I took his hook and shook it
just to say look at this bitch now.

Shoulda stuck to dancin'.

By rappin', you're just askin'
for some random

off get yo love damn 
Tree of life by the pond of man 
Ptsd after constant bang 
You my lover but its deep as fam
Fam

Gold wrappers and 42 trails

Got pricked by a needle hiding in a hay barrel
Hey Carol
Thank you for the cornbread
While your husband gone fishing
I could use some more head
Less is

dog in this bitch, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Might change my mode
By the end of next year
Man I hope my numbers look gross (Sick)
Yeah, wave sick, so you know

cold
It's been a long time coming, 8 years counting
Life really fucking, Karma still coming
Street keep losing, lives to the struggle
Every man for

You like to nag and tell a lil nigga that he ain't shit
Raised by all these women, got me feeling like I'm really meant
Name all in they mouth, I

those big brown eyes
Undercover killer well it's no surprise that you've got what you want
Now you will flaunt right in front of my face for days

Down

Well we met in a dream
I never could shake
A vision that lingers
Through all of my days
Struck like a bolt 
By those big brown eyes
Through an ocean