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alone anymore, I've been spoken
For by the One who knows the worst of me
And it's never been a game but its 4th quarter Can't you see?
What it means to we

streets
Plenty peeps, here and gone
How much died this year alone
Time is flyin, everybody getting grown, and with they own
Yeah I respect that 
But nah I

Phillip Morris and R j reynolds
Kill with every single pack
McDonald's sues London Greenpeace
For presenting the public with the facts
Disney expands

The mission is to catch me off guard when I am slipping
Instead I am tripping
And listen
I feel more alone than when I am with them
Tell our loved ones we miss

Now you can't say shit to me like a NDA
Your little clout don't impress me, saying you up next
Ain't no flexing on me boy, I was with Funk Flex
Sober

forgiveness
I'll break your soul
With his name
And If you represent his praise
His little army is a waste
Did you notice
Everyone blinded
By emotion
You

the motto
Baby you with it
I gotta get it
She getting it rocking
Like she got a bottle
Yeah she got that bottle
Lookin like a model
(Yeh yeah yeah yea yuh)

but we gon' win anyway

Uh, I came straight out the pussy with a microphone
Boy I swear I couldn't leave that mic alone
Everybody clear the room, I

a punk, so I bite and not for show
Shit's dire, guess my delusion's caused by desire
I tie a little finger around them like a perverted liar
They tire,

problems, i just try to outlive them
I understand who i am and that's the greatest riddle
So you and your world can only scare me by a little
I am not civil,

to the tone

Every since you got with him, it’s like you left me alone
Every since you left my side I’ve been on my own
well, does he grab you by your hand

New man on the scene already tearing shit up
I'm a little twisted like Joaquin
I guess that I've had enough
Going green, light it up
LSD with

Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
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I'm thinking about God
Is it a he or a she

early 20's
Shared the little bit I had with my friends that was roaching on me
And today they act like I ain't give em nothing, swear like I chose a bitch

Has the luck of green struck by? Is there a pot of gold?
I can prolly ask God, He be like “I don't know”
We haven't talked for some years
Guidance

Andria

La Dispute

Somewhere at the Bottom of The River Between Vega & Altair

with an unsure pen,
Trying to figure out what my head thinks,
But my head just ain't what it used to be.
And then again, what's the point anyway?
I

trapped in my thoughts
I don't know who to trust
It's just my word and my God
All the times we had together went right by in a blink
Should have done more

and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin', these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically

swindled
Out of our income, it's dwindled significantly
So connections are difficult to rekindle
Cause everyone is busy with the industry
Shit is getting rid

mind
The world is a prison
Tell me that you can feel it
Tell me that you feel it
I bless these beats with the wrath of God
Good will is cheap, talk is

Not even a little
Fuck all that sad shit I smash through a fiddle
Now I ball hard like the rockets, a missile
You are so foul like you picked up

reconsider being blessed by the gods
Rigorous assault from the weapons I brought
Step the boss, bets are now off
We gon' make a little bit of mess if you

go harder than both the Carters
Holly Grove to Marcy Gardens
That ain't a artist with the skills I got
I promise, oh my God

I hope it kills them like

rimmy
All around the world, call me Old Saint Nick
They can't get enough, women want my dick
These girls are like elves, playing with my sack
Eat my milk