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Mama I’m sorry ya only son turned into a thug on you
Them dark clouds it got sunny after I hugged on you
Before you left I tried to put foreign rugs

and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
What happened in that hotel room

my momma tryna figure out my own way
But what can I say, her sons a cold case official
Confidential, without a signal on a missile
Can rock a crystal,

potential
By making this instrumental
And slaying it with my pencil
Ties are severed I tied em just like a pretzel
I'm tired of being the vessel
I'm tired

Manifestation
Is how I'm gonna get some
Man he fresh dang son
That's all imma hear
Banging these drums in your ear
Let me go get you an aid
You making a pucker

kids, handle biz, clock my 40 for check, 
Then I slide to the side, F Jake no jive,
Run the instrumental for the mental one time, 
Ha, and we stay gettin’

the million

From humble beginnings to happy endings
Minus the bad intentions or character detrimental
While rapping on instrumentals with untapped potential

Goody B
Drew Dawson
DJ Guns
I could be sittin out in the sunlight
Blazin raw rollin in the moonlight
Gettin high son flow tight hold tight
I'm about

Christ the Savior is born - Isaac Rue



G                     D
Just as it was said
             Em                   Em
By the prophets of old

C

instrumental solo in the song
Two little..
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds
Of all the mothers mourning their loss to heaven from this land
Like Hank,

Father, forgive me for I have sinned.

'That's ok son. 
Confession is the first step towards redemption. Now tell me, what happened?'

I get these

sorry
Everytime I fall down I get back up and go
I never let my guard down
I won't let my demons fuck it all up
I'm sorry

(Instrumental)

(Verse 2)
I've

on all those dope ass instrumentals (pfff)
All this work shit be hard on the mental (damn)
Good thing my body is strong as metal (yuh)
But some time I

poor
Niggas kickin' shit like Burgzorg
Body every beat like I'm Shaq and it's five four
Muggsy bouges ass instrumental
Stand on the gas break the dash

and it is for the
Jesus comin' out your speakers
Itchin' for the Word like I was a tweaker
Injectin' it deeper by the milliliters
Good chemistry like where

A little like this and a little like that
Pause for effect
Let the beat smack
Rack max potential
Starman instrumental track
Hold bottle by the neck

call it superstition, Dogmatic schisms are written by the son of perdition,
hidden, esoterics, seeking truth after knowledge, if the truth wasn’t hidden

flowing for years. Got miles on instrumentals. 
I speak light! Life, it gets dark son.
Pain seems to be the paintbrush that I draw from.
One of my youngins

on talking, just like shut the fuck up
Ayy
Bro get beat up by his bitch, I swear to God I wouldn't go for that
Thought he was solid then he told, he a hoe for

Everyday (It Gets Easier)
Words and Music by: Natale and Gabriel

Thank you for the Sun
Thank you for the Moon
Thank you for the stars
That shine

Bullseye
Written by Jeremy M. Long

V1: Hey, son:
use the words that you’re given.
Scrape them right off of my tongue.
Chin up,
I’ll tell you who you

they characters
posted up like mannequins 
toe to toe no panicking
sons of anarchy fam thats the bro code
6740 bro thats my postcode
bad mouth my

building was the last shopping mall (Uh)
Don't be playing with your regulator naw son
You be done breathed in this air and burnt up your lungs
They say we

troops and make sure reporters got no scoop made it come back like an old group just reheated same ole soup son u like how u scold youths on 6 minute