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dem go dey sufffer wetin man cant explain
Back in the days of our great grandfathers
Dem be dey hustle and bubble together

We need one love to keep us

about to spit at your dame
I got some deep thoughts
That I'm about to try to explain
Shit, it all started back
When I was a kid
By the time I was six
I

DOD (Do or Die) by BeLikeJBlair 


Intro:
Okay but what would you do if your dream was coming true?

Aye ya ya ya ya 
 DOD DOD DOD

(The only thing

sweaty my heart beating
Tugged the rope
Hope the best
Make a great escape
Had to drop in by the pool
It only reach to eight
Nigga let it spray
But I zig

I am just a lost child
Digging a grave
By the seaside
Then a vision 
Of a wand hand 
cnd a white tomb on an island

Understanding I have two paths

Scarlett reality coming from a guiding dream
Pestilencial desire
cdoration of the trigger
Irrepressible need of coming back into the white tunnel
Let

to south Chicago tripping 
Picked up some of that scale white
Just to say we did it 

Sipping solo
Red cups 
cll we ever do was ride it
I'd be lying if i

was starving
Now got money for a cheesesteak
Chosen by God
I got no choice but to be great
King of the autotune
A n*gga feel like T-Pain
Remember

handlebars, and kissin' on the car
Man it would be great if
We ever went that far
Three years passed, and I still think back
To the little times that I made you

weighing on me
The pain weighing on me
I think I'm running in lost
Whatever the cost let me get in your draws, I been
Like a shaken-up soda, on a
White tee

King sized bed, just sleeping one
She's on holiday alone
She left her worries, back at home
She ran away unchaperoned
A big straw hat, and a short

good
You a seaman?
That's what I left in your bit when you was on a mission
Don't come back actin up or you gon' be decommissioned
Pull your body out

the rules ain't no groupie dudes in the booth
Don't hit me with the rico I got YSL on
You better slide by yourself, no one to tell on
Pretty girls love me

by
Dancing under the white moonlight
Gotta figure out how to survive
But together I know that we will
Learn to live better and conquer the world
Are

make it so

Time flying by, I'm tryna fly high
Black and white inside my mind
Feels like I'm colorblind
Shoot you through my left eye
You never cross my

landing home is a great ting
Bust case bust a crate ting
Then posting' it up on a a bait ting

They just waking up on a late ting
Born to rap no escaping
By

when you lie
This is drive by
I am in this game
Till the end
I like all this fame
Take my hand
My style so ice
I think it nice
She on me now
We gonna pow

the pace
I'm feeling great
You can see the scars upon my face
And maybe relate
To the way the kid came up
But now he makes a
Whole lot of money sorry honey I

your baby father, cause I can't
Cause I got mouths to feed and Mello made some shake
And now it's back to business, feel like fourth and inches
Overtime

White kid had a seizure, call it vanilla shake
I'm too busy fucking these hoes and getting to the pape
I got two booty calls, which one am I gon'

Black over white with a shade of gray
I just turned 23, got no dreams to fade away
I'm just waiting on my release

We can go from good to great
Drop

more annoying than tracks by Pitbull
Tell me bravo like Johnny fresh as fuck like some laundry
I take your bitch and feed her pills till she knocked out

weren't for me
White walls with no windows, type of shit that make me go crazy
Workin' in a prison or a fuckin' penitentiary
Let me be free
I'm an eagle,

that rob banks can expect the punishment to come with
Twenty-five to thirty years of hard time
A couple white collar boys came by the office today they