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from the dirt
Me and rhy spit its a world war three
Born to survive and not on my knees

Balenciaga all over my feet
Dede on keys he going to fuck up

me like a fool
Now my new bitch is so bad she feeling on me like a tool
9 to 5 really sucks I wish that I went back to school
Working everyday

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

Luke 10:33

Jump out of bed
Get on my knees
And thank the Lord for what I've got

Put on some coffee
Turn on tv
Look at all the madness it's a lot!

needs simmer my woes
You got needs like I don't
On my knees I do plead
You believe that's classic
I do despise the notion of buyer beware
I do decline

I'll follow close your lead
I'll make excuses for you
And stumble till I bleed

My knees rubbed raw from crawling
And begging for a chance
To live

So I’m constantly on my knees on a daily bases
Praying for a world displaying hatred
Violence, drugs the only thing that we see
So much corruption

dimensions screaming for help
Narcissistic am i feeling myself
Over dosage now you killing yourself
Back from the dead awoken by head in my stead
A nigga on it

throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives

make me plead
You got me on my knees You got me confiding
And if you leave, girl, I'll just end up dying Girl, I need you with my life or I'm just gonna

Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown

Lyrics by：Golden Landis Von Jones
Composed by：Golden Landis Von Jones/Omer Fedi/Diamond Pistols
Associated Performer：24kGoldn/Lay Zhang

Uno

Madlib

Piñata

2014

bring that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
Much love to my

weren't no dinner plates
Crack open fire hydrants, we was hooping in the crates
They judge me by my dialect and that I can conjugate
For real, it's a evil

mouth is a fairy, no tooth
iPhones and blackberries when I pull up and serve you
I might get gangsters pull up to the set and murk too
Nine racks inside

it by 30
And if these nigga's talkin' on me
Won't hurt to do 'em dirty
I pull up sippin' on 40oz
While I'm grippin' on my .40
And if I catch these

She wanna fuck cause im on
I hit the store by my lone
Young turnt nigga, im hitting my goals (yea)
I rock the show with my pole, mad cause i did it

thirty-nine 
Me, I try to be thankful 
Just to be alive 
But there are days my demons 
Kick it into overdrive 
 
Half of my blood is Cain's blood 
Half of my

descending to your knees
Fingers searching for an answer
From above
Crying out for divine love
For someone to tell you why

In altars you describe
How the land

and so desolate
While I was hungry with no food on my plate
Looking around at those struggling for days
The west that we are living in isn't so great
I saw

Can’t you see by the way that these dogs are following me I'm one of a kind. 
(under their skin and in their minds)
I'm god-forsaken and I’m

All things exist in the human imagination
And everything you see as an objective reality
was produced by imagination
Think of one thing that should

it and I hate it at the same time
Tellin' myself it's the last time
Can you spare any mercy that you might find
If I'm down on my knees again?
Deep

within
c nightmare awakes, followed by pain
The priest knees crumble to the ground
With the word of the savior, the demons shriek a wicked bellow
There is