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7:34 times to start another poor day
Filled with bunch of hopes and pretend like things are okay
He cannot walk around with a frowned face you know

my type, but she unknown
Not bright, ain't shone, but she know I'm on, man
She said she want all of me
That pussy keep callin' me
She knows none

No Kinder Savior

Smalltown Poets

Third Verse

2000

his tongue was loosed
Expecting cries of pent up grief
The crowd astonished by the spectacle
All heard a song of new belief

Sing a song about a higher

do
Look at there such a strong man
All the virtues of youth
You led a good life by every account
There were people who looked up to you

I say enough

you see a rainbow

(Oh yall thought y'all killed that shit) yea
(Man take yo ass back in the booth
And show them what y'all bout)

From the island
That

I gotta white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face
I was brought up on this music taught by its influence
So much I never

with the bang, to come at you rappers, and cappers
And actors that claim you can hang
Perform in the clutch, spark up a Dutch
Surrounded by shooters that

you set targets you're a target in the ends
Started going blind, all I'd ever hear about was death
Chose to rehearse when I saw that casket in a Benz

Forever Hustlin'

Ray Luv

Forever Hustlin'

I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from

I ain't gotta talk too much, the opps know, that I'm the man (I am)
He told me to be beef's on sight, would'a had these shots, well he fuckin' ran

down on my knees choppin with my best friend said to stay with it son you gon win cause I made you great don't worry about the rest of them just stay

be really on her shit 
She would rather get the money and stack it up she bout her chips
If she ain't about her chips
Then you know I gotta dip
I

of hip-hop
So I got my brothers, and I said 'let's do something about that

It's unheard of that we prosper in a city that don't love us
Don't like the music,

been giving niggas that On the mic 
Don't give a fuck who trip 
I either your takeover 
I got venom & I spit it at you like a cobra 

If I fought about

were disappeared by a man that you would call president

And when it's time for us to go
I'll get a cab and take you home

Fight for your rights!
Fight

shawty said she got the next round
Fuck it man how could I say no?
XO I'm zuded again
Popped me a bean
Litty
I'm booted again
How could I lose with these

a zoo
Never ever live your truth if u don’t run it by you
The next day we was smoking plotting on our lives
Now and days them days was the time of our

rock for y'all and live life to the fullest
If you guys rock with me then I think you're the coolest
A toast to memories that we will build inside this

on a budget and y'all giving trophies out just to feed em
And Blueface is a fake crip and I'm the nigga to bleed em
So you would vanish off the top like you was

hand will do him til the end.

Son, he says, Why bother being anxious about the end?
The body is mortal. Love is ongoing.
And I love you enough to last,

made me tighten up my hustle
So, I strategize my next move, trying to figure out whos, whos I need a blues clue
What would you do?
I'm this world full

on my sound
Comfort the beat when I lay this shit down
Riding around this city man a turn you to a animal
All these niggas is blood suckas streets full

What do i do
What do i say
How do i make yoU
Look my way 

Roses are cliche
So how would you feel
About an off key serenade
That was sung outside of this

it 
So why would I make shift
State of bliss after I gain a couple listeners
Fueled by massive spliffs, drug solicitors, passion, piss, and vinegar
Ya