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f*** road money
I done sold some dope money
Ain't the type to pick and choose, I pick at you ya nose runnin
Ask him I he get it, boy I heard that he been

is dull
I wanna paint it
Every single color just so I can really feel I made it
Apparently my soul is tainted
Hope it isn't Satan 'cause to be

hole driftin
Shine like the light of a super nova glistenin
Now I've gone fishin on a shooting star
As I fly by I wave my hat real hard
Like I'm ridin

to spitting onna track talk my shit then play it back
She fucking with Remy cuz he getting to the racks
Move smart this shit can get crazy
Niggas round here

showin malice
That's why i'm out of my old habits
The gift didn't need a patent

We all flee
Even me
There's still more sights to see
God's got the plan

of marijuana
Uh gotta get my paper right if not then i'm a goner yeah
Mego on my line he said he need it by the morning nigga yeah i barely on it
30s got me

the dough
You still gotta make it grow

They tried to out my nigga Fresh, Ha!
But he made it tho
It happens to the best of us, fuck court wit the papers tho

So take it from my Soul Self
I've fought worse coming straight out of Hell
Instead of enslaving populations
Sit in your house of L's
No amount

this house, so get yo feet off my damn lawn
You crowd up the scene, got the game wrong
Soul stealin ass rappers I aint fuckin with Shang tsung

the rap fame, you act lame
Not fucking with my trap game
That’s facts I ain’t talking cap, I just rap against the rats
Carry on my back, like a back-pack

hope you grow and get close to someone that you can trust again
Someone that gets to know your inner soul and what its color is
I pray he wipes the tears

us
Poncho Gang Oou
Poncho Gang For life Woah
Know the whole team finna blow yeah
No we not selling our souls yeah
Walk with the Christ like glow yeah

on a shirt
His mom kissed her favorite picture and put it in her purse
My soul left this earth with him when they put him in that hearse
Shit that was

Street Life

Laura White

B. Inspired

2018

But I needed the music I want you to feel this one in your soul
See when your raised by someone you gotta take on their problems
Just because you call

store
Sold my soul, achieved all my goals 
And I'm surrounded by propofol 
Sycophants, security, my agent and rat hoes 
Telling me my shits lit when my

on me for hand me downs. Still clown on my new shit
Gettin too lit
Luminati want my soul & body
But the Lord solid know Jahova got me
Friends folded like

lowkey I need some tint
They can't find out where I been
Girls be like he popped up in my For You Page, fuck, not him again
I say yeah, that's him, that's

with your blessings
I overdosed on your presence
Comatose as I'm forced to get
Off of your anaesthetic
My heart's to the lowest bidder
Soul is a fire
How

the streets I don't play by no rules
These niggas is fraud, they think snitching is cool
Catch a opp lackin', back out the tool
My niggas on the blocks, do not

Shout out Bluu
Sometimes it just feels like I fighting my shadows
We back in this bitch, after a short hiatus
And it’s always a losing battle
Hey

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
Though thy crest be shorn

Never had a plan b but still I don't kid
And now you recognize who you dealin with
The distance to the moon times 10 is where my ceilin is
I've seen

There's an artist in this world that is like nobody else
He makes music that helps me get back up when I'm looking for some help
To make my day

thru try not to get lost
Superhero like Stark
Movin quite get consumed by the dark
All In I came in for the win
Holy my system deleting my sins
Fuck