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in a wave, girl, you got me in a haze
Girl, you got me in your gaze, girl, this time ain't feeling phased
Been up up all night, I pray, and this time

the moisture drank my first beer a year before that use to sneak em out the cooler end up going through a six pack if mama didn't know they cut me too much slack

the daffodils terra firma
Nowhere wailing to my Karma
This year, affixed me never but ended me up from every cones
Couldn't getaway my homeland
Not to my

kickin' up in the crib just me and you
We was just chillin' rollin' it up we was just doin' what lovers do
I put my feelings up to the ceiling your eyes was

to Seven
Tryin' to send these niggas up to God, I mean Straight to heaven
Just put that nigga in the blender, I don't need A weapon
I paid a lot for these

phone 

Familiar voice comes out of the machine 
"What are you doing?", "wanna meet?" 
Sent from the heavens by an unholy god 
That for once doesn't take,

you could never replace

This is my roots and my home
Something they never could take

Yeah this ones dedicated
To the 50th state

An everyday I wake up

,finessin those chances 
They Gamblin with gambit my life paths  three sevens
Bet when I land my hand they land in heaven cus my words run like reverend 
I

Counter Culture

Dat Adam

newWAVE

2018

all a lie
What are you? Wanna tell me, if it fits to me
You can't even see your whole damn misery
So why you stuck on bigotry
I could run up anyway

and explosives
Powder keg that engulf and devour men
South of Heaven in the mouth of madness
Shouting at the casket
These idiots is drowning in the vastness
My

on Christmas
The only clause I knew of was in the 13th amendment
So I scream fuck the world cause for me no fucks were given
That why me and my neighbors praise

bluntin'
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
'Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up

Model

Plies

Goon Affiliated

2010

I got them racks up in my jeans
call me Mr. Lysol da boy is so clean
catch me in the club you would think I'm on a bean
I am really loaded 60,000

yet
Mr. Pistol Man I got it on me o be steppin wit it
The day I die put my shit in my caskets I'm in heaven wit it
No nineteen G four three got seven in

And the son of man that you care for him
Yeah
Sometimes the people around you are blocking your blessing
Don't look to the reverend
Just look up to heaven
God

Babe I told you that I love you and I swear I wasn't lying
I swear that I won't give up on you without you I am dying
And I'm changing up my ways

myself
And You brought me back to love
See the heavens open up
Virtue raining from above
Spirit pon Him like a dove
Spirit pon Him like a dove
I will fly

Strip the life out of these streets
It's a daylight robbery
You'll never take the London out of me, I was

Raised by the river, 19th floor
We never

Oh on Grand Central Times
And on Penn Station lines I wait (Oh)
New York has been alright
Lit by the flashing lights
Of 42nd and 8th
Get lost in

holding, you're witnessing a miracle
The climb I'm going up, up to my pinnacle
Rarely see me inside an interval
I stay busy, but I might find you a window
In

Who the fuck is this
Paging me at seven twenty-six
In the am
Already outta patience
Tolerance page thin
I heard A P E been goin ape shit
I hopped up

man than me
Now tell me what's that tell ya?
I let in tendencies so devilish
They're bending friends to enemies
The heavens seem so separate til I get

Run up a check
I seen that money it got me obsessed
Im running business aint no need to flex
Ballin like I don't got no time to stretch
Woah
Run up

phone if you ain't talking cash
If you ain't bout to build me up then kiss my ass

Yeah kiss my ass if you ain't building up the gang
Then fuck no weapon