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is sheisty as fuck pray to lord my soul to keep
Cuz so many said it was love tried to take my soul from me
But I'm protected by my ancestors
I prayed

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WHOS GOT THE KEYS TO THE BEcMER
WHOS GOT THE KEYS TO THE BEcMER 
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fi tek | and | captive
Ca l and | a blessed and guided by the most land
Who rules and reigns in month Zion

Not a new news
Rich dem rich ca the poor

From the underground came a brand new sound
But I guess I must have brought it to the wrong town
'Cause I was treated like a stupid day dreamer
By

hooks
Can't trust a bitch without no soul, you'll get your dumb ass full of looks
Different nigga, I was way too smooth to go straight by the book
Send my

It's a big world, I don't know where I fit 
Dreaming about the day, we can really go legit 
My words from my soul, I don't wanna be rich 
Just need

phoenix lawgiver them call me
And mi par with kardi tivali
When yuh hear bout brilli and rich ras yuh fi know a di hill top army
St mary big up cd Johnny

fye and fye a blunt up for my bro for real
I put that on my life that's on my soul I do not want a deal
Lil cball you've been by your fucking self why

Stick by my side
No I don't trust nun of these guys
Gon get rich with no ties a dollar at a time
Can't show love I done tried
No longer splitting

I’m by myself
Walking through the streets of Hell
Miami Beach took an L
Too much fast money, I couldn’t tell
I’m by myself
And my soul they try

(Flooded my wrist)
Big racks on us (Big racks, big racks)
Hop out a spaceship (Hop outta space)
Ran out of patience (Ran out of patience)
Bitch acting up

me alone
Put that barrel to her tits
If she hesitate, that's it
I need that combination, bih
Nola tryna get rich
I took his soul he a
Dead body, dead

Who can I piss off today

We gonna keep gettin rich Y’all broker
Saw them dark clouds From afar Al Roker 
Now I hold the chips to the game like poker

just like some food
When I get high I can be really rude
Sorry not sorry big V-lone loner
High by myself it's okay I'm a stoner
Where's my mind?

Bitch wan' trick, get rich, she sold
So much pussy, she outa' control
Got no tint, big fish bowl
You see this me so please come try
By my side got a big

this the homecoming
Written on my souls imprint to be something
Especially when you'd thought I'd be nothing
Big ups to my poetry teacher for not

on the beat
Not a soul can guard me
I’m as nice I wanna be
Silent threat from the 3
Layup pack, Kyrie
Jelly fam by demand 
Left or right wit' my hand
That boy

I have cracked FL stufio and I dont care
So now I can write any music in my lair
I dont have money but I have big brain
When I playin' my guitar I

Tom Joad

Patrick Street

No. 2 Patrick Street

1988

to the mother that he loved, 
Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad, 
He said what Preacher Casey said.

"Everybody might be just one big soul, 
Well it

Drop Dead it’s the big body posse
Prolly livest at the function
D-Lo got it at the party
Nah I never been equipped with clips
But nigga you can try

by myself, never needed no help
I took what the dealer dealt I sold my soul to get rich, I just needed some wealth

Lucky to kill myself I don't pray

Won More Hit

Brother Ali

Mourning In America And Dreaming In Color [Deluxe Version]

2012

and we all come to see you
In a big fancy theatre dressed in a tuxedo
Going to have to seat you in the kitchen when you feed you
A place this regal

And I watered it
Till a tree grew in Lagos as was Told by the prophets
A naira for my thoughts
I'll be dangote rich as fuck
And I hope all the kids listen

the last joke
You can tell a nigga dead serious by the way he spoke
I'ma just let my soul bleed mister get him gone