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Karma

The Last Emperor

Mellow Hip-Hop Sessions

2006

living right upstairs
Mid seventies, seemingly no cares
Always seem happy I can only guess why
Cause they barely getting by off the SSI (Hah)
Over

I went thru every emotion with trying to pursue what I'm doing
You know what I mean? And I think what's gone separate whoever going
Try to go for

brand new yeah (yeah)
It's not a religion it's a relationship (yeah)
He's able to handle anything you dealing with (ugh)
Used to be what we do now it's

out on that interview
Prayers go up in the living room
Spinning around by the ceiling fan, I know that it's hard to understand
But I hope that my

some authoritative business to handle, you know what I'm saying 
I ain't got time
I ain't with it
I'm ghost, and I'm about to go back into my fantasies

forward to wearing these clothes again
A little of you with me wherever I go
Just to remind myself it's okay we're through
Now someone to relate to, side by

one cares, you can tell
I'm happy for my friends and then compare with myself
But I'm scared when I'm presented opportunity's crown
I thought that I was

a sundae
She a good girl
Yea maybe someday
I hear how you dissing the kid
I stay out the way and just handle my business
Don't be in no drama, just take care

Daily and nightly

And if you catch, you can play with it
But don't let it go
Don't be sharin' it, take care of it
And don't let it go

I have

gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down
(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton

No confusion, I've told the truth
That man in the mirror's been slowly moving
With no solutions
If he keeps it up then I'm going to hold him to it
But

shoulda knew
To stick with you
But I guess I couldn’t do
I couldn’t handle all the things
That you had wanted me to
You was my baby
Every day
I would just

all them shawties
Class half days
Daddy day care for all them
Mothers with them paves paid
Time heals all
Distance I treat as blessings
Pain inside my

nahh I got a mask
Don't speak what you know ion care Nd I ain't ask
Handle ya business take care of da task
I'm fuckin' her good make a bitch lose her

quivers
Cause with this Hawke it gets Sinister (Went over your head)
Skeptics become believers
Eulogies given by preachers (Send 'em off)

I'm a Brooklyn

it seems like they have the dominion
To keep us all hostage surrounded by a moshpit
Yeah I can't handle the gossip woo
People find it funny to make fun

These niggas don't know bout me
Skirt off in a SRT
Came in with a GLE
We rocking Louis V
Bad bitch love CTP
Shout out my nigga D
Deadböy!
I came in too

and you're shady if it's born it'd be abused
By your fuckin psycho ass you can't handle truth
So this is my confession
I'm opening the door to all the things

of these niggas
This the forth quarter put hurt on a nigga
Tatts on my neck but they covered by chains
All of this drip feeling fertile my nigga
I came with

Kyrie Irving
I handle it best with verses
I ain't tryna link for nun
My niggas'll tweak for sum
Opps and cops don't speak to them
Gang i'll go kill-streak

a mofuckin’ analyst,

Tried to go warn em’ that they couldn’t handle us

Now you can’t go turn the pages,

Care bout my squad so I’m upping the wages,

Should

Chulo, feeling like I'm Bruno how a young boi drippin in finesse
I ain't PSYCHO, better check your FICO cuz you spend a lot by the way you dress
Can afford

They tryna run down on my bitch she a keeper
But me and her fuckin' like Kevin and Dreka
I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
I really be all by

saying too hard to handle
But no I ain't never think that
We all in this bitch with you lit like a candle
Yo
I been in my mode in my bag with my satchel