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left whenever I ignore you
You stood by me whenever I was hurting
Longing for you during lonely night
Thinking about you when I'm sipping sprite
No

It's like Tom and Jerry
Fuck 12 we sippin henny
It's like Tom and Jerry
Cat and mouse but they won't get me
Running around the city doing crimes but

hell
All this smoking made my body melt
And I'm knowing that your there for me, but
I'm dealing with these demons by myself
What I vision now you

Well I'm sure
You've
Found
Some kind
Of peace of mind

Well I'm sure
You've
Found
Some lie
To hide behind

I know I
Tried to run
Away

Years gone by

If you think that you know
You probably don't
I can tell by the snow
He did you cold
Why they do you cold, I
I cant ever tell
Filled my wishing well

like puppets in strings
They love how we're divided, they can't stand us as a team
Yo black on black crime, Yo the media is silent
Black on white crime

Knife crime and suicide
Homicide is on the rise
How many people have to die?
We can't tell what's wrong from right
People sleeping in the street

like my crimes, perfectly organized
Everything I rap I wrote myself and also own the rights
Don't need ghost to write, cause I'm the motherfucking

stack up high by di pile
Yeh me wild like bike slide and swerve
And me rhyme tight like pretty gyal skirt
You so grimey like true crime yuh di worst

I should've known it that night
Asked you if you loved me
Laying side by side
You just avoided my eyes
Thought you were embarrassed
Now I realize
I

Go Get 'Em
Aye, had to run the bag up two times
Yeah my old bitch she a two timer
Light the backwood by the pool side
If the spark gone die get a new

all the women
This for all my homies locked up in them prisons
For some crimes that I'm even not sure if they even committed
Always put god first

V1
Swept by the sea of people
My hands are shaking, my head is spinning
pushed by the faceless (men in the) crowd
Oh God, don’t let them drown me...

down the slacks
Well equipped with our Foster Grants
Billy-clubbed pants
We're fashionably late
For the convoy parade
Cops float by and wave
And it's

idol's studio
Tired of doing my promo
Wanna make them in love with my audio
I'm stereo, right, left
I'm taking a step blinded by the light
Feet after feet,

of chemistry

Another day has died
Another crimeless crime

Dream that you call right out of the blue
I pick up the phone but your voice ain't coming thru
Colors

you can see these 
Odd reflections of your memory 

Sanctified, an easy lie 
Underlined by simple crimes

Lately I've been dreaming harder
Can you see

niggas with it an they know they slidin Bj g with it 
Use to Slide up on they block but them niggas hiding with it 

Live by the pole so you know I’m dying

o one
Five and o don't call shiraq
Shot shot one by one I spit opp blood on my air force 1
Man got fried on a friday night, don't piss me off man keep

she sweeter than the grape of the vine
I say she a dime
I say she a dime
I say she a dime
Yeah yeah
Spending my time
Yeah yeah
Yeah she my crime (ah)

nine times
I don’t need to get signed 
You don’t get it these is crime rhymes
Crime vibes
Wash nine times 
Trough my cuzzins cuzzins sisters aunts moms

alive my nigga still breathing my nigga I’m always find a way to get by my nigga Get my mama out the hood good times my nigga

Cops lookin 4 meh tryna

famous now

Broke I got cut from them bucks I feel like Jamie’s now


Yeah can you visualize a story that ended in crime

Niggas killin’ my vibe all

know, how y’all can sleep at night 
Knowing that your living, a fucking lie
More offended by my rhymes than war crimes 
I won’t apologize, or turn a blind