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the same"
Surrendered my life to Jesus Christ and by His love and blood I'm changed
It's time to ride, ride, ride
For the King, King
He put it all

stupid
Then get dragged in the bullshit by niggas who's really ruthless
Yuta be the future balling like it's March Madness
I know my ceiling higher so

sight, brothers I hope you see this
By his word we've been made right
Saved us from all uncleanness
Lord keep your servants from pride
We pray that you

I feel like houdini
All white with a Chrome Heart beanie
Bitch i'm uppin' the rank, can't beat me
Bitch I tinted the coupe, John Cena
No talkin',

on Monday
Sing at another one on Tuesday
By the time Wednesday comes around
I've already been beaten down
But I know I my heart what's true
And I know for

lives in my best friend
Who's helped to get me through hard times
He's listened to my heart beat

You can call me Job, call me Iscariot
I will be who you

now
Fuck that rap shit
You can meet me by the way
I got a quarter pound of gelato from the bay
My niggas got them rounds
Shoot like Kentino fade away

rather run and hide
Leave the family traumatize
When the dealers come by to rough em up
He in-between a rock and a hard place
Family in a dark space
Heart

All I see is shade
Feel like Johnny Cage
Nigga,makin  fuckin' plays
Ay, ay,

I'm in black like Johnny Bravo
All I see is shade with shades up on my

Written by Tami Laguerre

Produced by St. John Paull

This view is perfect Lord

I never seen something like this
I never dreamed of anything like

the hardest is

who the heart of it, who the artiste is
Might drive by  love, parking shit
One phone call, that block a  flip
On stand by till' that target hit

Return of the Revolution

The O.C. Supertones

Loud and Clear

2000

their hearts are far away
I call 'em like I see 'em
And that's what I see today
So I call on John Edwards
Who preached us all awake
We try to be

Y’all talk a lot of shit but never win I guess y’all John Starks
Y’all all cap my pens nice like Pittsburgh
Y’all wake up with my name in y’all mouth take

Tried to flow to the beat of my heart fucked around and went acapella
I manifest the life that I live the life of a fortune teller
Heard them niggas want

motherfucker Ds
Rosie Perez
Yeah
I been way too quiet for too long
Wear my heart on my sleeve
I guess this is where it belong
And still I'm sitting through every

no elbow
My wrist froze, my heart cold
Big checks, yeah big dough
We sip slow from H-town to the Alamo
We on go

Yeah, I be running up cake now
Let's

that he has ever stole
Cause when it comes to hell my heart is ice cold
And I will never sell my soul
Not for nothing or anything
You can keep on wasting

I just got off the phone with John Doe
Making money makes my fingers smell
Like three holes
I moan out loud when I'm home alone
Neighbors call me

you now I'm feeling neglected don't know what to do
You telling me to come and be with you when I gave you my heart you split it into 2
Went through

B-B-Beat blessed, by AyeSean
Oh my gosh, is that Iqnn?
Fucking your hoe (Oh)
Keeping the blick keep the pole (Pole)
G19 I tote, He talking on me so

options options options
Stealing your girl like my name John Stockton ask all my girls I put pussy in coffins
Taking these females like I be stocking

song

On the rise man I'm on the rise
In my ride when I'm blowing by 
For my dogs I been doing time
For my moms I been doing time
Tell me lies baby tell

cool all my heart
Don't sneak around my girl
Cos I get yours I go hit
Bit bit your pant, penetrate that thing
Lick lick your P.., go make me feel that

like a omelet
I do this for the people  sorry my people
I'm on my John Lennon shitt my cenotes grinding they grave paid
Pavin a new lane i got jay aim
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