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building bricks for the block. 

See I'm in love with the coca cola I can get it by the boat load from Minnesota
One call that's all, hit my Motorola 
If I

see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula

the real
People believe, I suffer to be a good MC
My fortune I bleed for
Is nothin they seek for
Living a dream but man me bru
So please quite
There ain't

the real
People believe, I suffer to be a good MC
My fortune I bleed for
Is nothin they seek for
Living a dream but man me bru
So please quite
There ain't

the real
People believe, I suffer to be a good MC
My fortune I bleed for
Is nothin they seek for
Living a dream but man me bru
So please quite
There ain't

the real
People believe, I suffer to be a good MC
My fortune I bleed for
Is nothin they seek for
Living a dream but man me bru
So please quite
There ain't

supposed to follow Hammurabi's code?
I never call no one if I was in a jam
Damsel in distress, unless the sisters is a scam
Cause black women be the least

for them to drop 
Can't avoid the losses charge it to the game 
Watched my mother lose her sister never seen her in so much pain 
Then Matt lost his

to brain, they might lock me out the church
And say I'm living in vain (mang)

I tried talking to mama, she's 70 plus, still dealing with her trauma

bought a cat from the shelter and the cat would rather live in poverty than be with me
God, life is just so hard (Oh my god. It's literally summer)
Okay

Tryna find my way back...
 
Denationalized
cll of my people are running in circles
Can't rationalize
With Christians who scared to know that they are

My life is just mad routine at this point, and I like it
This passed five years has been a fight against comfort
I was chillin'
What I noticed was

cap, you ain't really living like that
How the fuck you went from teaching me to sitting in the back
Lost some real niggas to some bitch niggas, and that

skin is dark you aren't shit
We talk a lot about not judging books by their cover
Yet we don't the time to really know one another

It happens in my

Call on my father
Posted flex up my mother
They telling me repent
They still beefing up with they drama
This to my Darma
Protected stay by her corner

Call on my Father
Posted flex up my Mother
They telling me repent
They still beefing up with they drama
This to my Darma
Protected stay by her corner

rose
When the Ruach's in the system
Ain't no telling
Will He save or will He kill 'em
That's what I be yelling
I'm a son by blood
My relation
Affiliated

Single mom I was raised by her, in a place where the hate triumphed
Half white, half Latin, so my inner conflict was a race riot
She said I'd never

we hold heat Either your pops in jail dead or a deadbeat We gotta eat by any means necessary Cause niggas hustle from February to February And ain't no

pouring 
You see she cut ties and bounced
Now I'm by myself
For 2 years I felt
My true fears 
That I've held In

I'm an opportunist
Opportunity to do this

up, catch me in a lock, in a scope
With a dot red circle on my chest, blow me, blow me
Blow me, blow me, suck my cock
This that unhinged version of rap

But I'm knee deep in the rapping is all I wanna know 

But wanna do something better so my people can grow

cnd have a better life style

So they don't

Raptured Up To Heaven Forever Reigning And Notice Kneeling Living Individuals Nesting
          And resting and flying like eagles and regal the sequel is

why I didn't my excuse is "a lot", oh
I been caught up with bitches
I been caught in my feelings
I know you worried about me
I really wish that you