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Sky won't care if I stare
At the star until my eyes are angles
Take your share
Car crash glare
And no one's near to tell us any different

Weeds

Freaked out 
Lost by the cold shoulder you gave me 
Looking for the blueprint of happiness 

Break down 
My mind couldn't handle the burden 
Worried

ain’t bothered by it

I love everyone 

how come nobody sees my need for peace 

They wanna poke at me 

break me open just to see me weak 

They act like

As we approach the mates
All hop out
Dap each other up
They got my briefcase ready
Door handle untouched
By me
We got people to do it for us
Sike
We

twerp, even Sally can't match your bitchin
Chuck can't ball like I do, you've been losing since the pitchin
I'm not a drug you can handle, you really wanna

mothafuckas ma enemies
Can't get ahead of me, bended by jealousy

They tryna ruin ma recipe
Dirt on ma legacy, look down ma leg i see
A bunch of puppies gnawin

Was born in eighty five
Stayed by the ATM
Got money in ATL never see me with eighty men
They saying bars back hope I got ya ATTN 
Won't see me at A3C

team
Handle business that’s by any means
Sippin’ on dirty ass sprite, but I find a way to make the dirty money look clean
I been counting money all night

your heart to me again
And I bite the bait
Then we're opening wounds and
Remembering the nights when you slept
With your head laid on my chest
One thing

Melo w the sleeve on his arm
Feel like AI caught the league off its guard
Slip and fall they couldn’t handle the cross
By default i knew that i was star

Designer step, designer step
They couldn't keep us in line with a major cheque
If you ask me, I don't know my ex
My only track record's on major sets

so bad
(I don't care)
If you got a beef with me my nigga better bring it to the table
All i see is the money sign
A lot of niggas wanna be signed by

all by yourself
Please hire some help
And make sure you take care of your health

Black to the Future 
Don't call it a comeback
Black like we never left

so well, they heard the bell, they've thrown away their cares
Because it's almost Christmas
Will someone come on by
I need a friend to recommend some

huh
I act different round my niggas and you know that
Not a problem child for my family I give you no slack
Graduated with honors I studied, perfect

Yeah uh this is my calling
Nothing ever came to me so important
I just want it I don’t care how I get it
None of you niggas want smoke with me beat

for that
Cut you off, I’ll handle that
I got work to do
And you gotta show and prove, uh
Make them money moves
If you don’t win you lose, yeah
Goodbye,

aren't that different
All you are is a  short racist bastard
Tattoos all over is face shouting rapper.
You look like you got bitten by a snapper
You break

are the death receipt

I'll give you the death receipt
Handle with care and don't share it
So the fresh tasty taste from the blood
Can be pulled out

for comfort in those stormy times
He'd snuggle with his daughter and
Rock her in his arms and see her smile
And then he'd sing

You are worthy of love,

aren't that different
All you are is a  short racist b***tard
Tattoos all over is face shouting rapper
You look like you got bitten by a snapper
You break

thought that it was real
I told you that I care
Ion fake how I feel no
Ion fake how I feel no
And if I'm lying
Then I'm dying
By myself
In the field
I still

Too much to handle
Too scarred to believe
I just need a love
You see
I need your love when I want to bless you
Tongue tied it's the same feeling when

keeps me from outside
And I know that she don't care bout', cause she fucks up with her hair down
And I know that you don't love me it's in your face it's