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the heart of the party I
Put the party in cardiac arrest
I'm blessed to express the ghetto
Where I started at
Couple bad influences chose not to
Be apart

By any means
Like the minister
Nigga gone run up
Them integers
Nigga was serving
Like Wimbledon
Nigga
I'm always
Gone get it in
I had to raise me

something nice go back to living life/
On your timeline like my music was hella tight/
But yall ain't gonna be there to console me in the night/
When all

you sack and I stack
Fuck a smack nigga put that crack in ya back

Put Thug in the snow and let that Gunna flow
I ain't Charlamagne devil thoughts

sipping on some brews
One thing leads to another and I'm in your hoody-hoo
Look at you with the snake eyes. Girl I got you mesmerized
Can't get my image out

the weed put down the pills 
Matter fact homie get serious not chill 
Matter a fact no pills oh its so real Christ in the sky he so real 
Lights gonna hurt

you should love

I know you feeling like
You cant go on
You stuck up in life
And you cant go further
Can't trust another
Victims of failed societies

Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident

Life is often spiritual
I know you feel

told me put in work and you would be back
Need me some feedback
Gimme snugs and relax
Just another month over that hump after a relapse
Yeah, find me

some killers but I'm 10
Toes down by my muthafuckn self
I don't need to gang bang cuz the 
Only thing I claim is the music in
The city and it's bout

Well I was just driving, in my car cruising
Listening to music, looking at the girls, it's amusing
Ignition, turn off the key, I'm on a mission

From America to back in the air I, hop on a plane to Abu Dhabi
Another hotel lobby, back to the land of my Punjabi's
No immigration stops me or my

was I?
Now i ain't scared to die
Thinkin' bout' death and how am
I prepared for mine
Bury me a g, when they put me in the sky
My heart bleeds
Every time

to start a revolution instead of picking

On lil' ol' we put your mind where your nine's at and shoot to be free

B, I'm like smooth soarer with the music

that money aside
It's another type of rich
Lifestyle in this life
When funerals and candle lights
Ain't the only time we speak
And Thanksgiving
Ain't

had friends
Swear I only had my brothers
Never had interest in
Impressing another
Shawty 'pproached me
I wasn't lookin for no love
And I always kept it

niggas lookin like some mimes. Put my shit up on rewind, here my bar another time, I be living in they head rent free I pay with rhymes.

Let me paint

I gotta bring, on a good

Sunday morning all of us, we gotta swing by, together and the dinner, we just get the lemon cake
Give me that piece, put it

law, I just want to breathe deep, oh Lord
When I'm feeling under pressure, I don't got to go and drink no more
Put the bottle in a hole, dug deep
Right

We peep her steady staring
Look in her eyes I know she want it
Told my girl to roll another
This time put some kief up on it 


Shorty hit the cha

Whole-time my Black is heaven sent
My Black is elegant
My Black is relevant to anything you put it in
What's Jim Crow to what God chose?
What's a new deal

could try but they know
I'm a star, why the texts go green, on a galaxy note
Ain't no SOD, kissin' me through the phone
I've been in it by myself, never

Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what

they real but I really don't think that they get it (They don't get it)
That's why I put pain in my raps I hope and pray that they feel it (I hope that