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Unparalleled, break it down like Sunbelt
One with the trees, Nicky Roosevelt
I spit loud without a big stick
She gettin' plowed by

darkness will focus your mind

Kingdoms will fall when you are crying
Cover it up continue lying

If you think it's best to stick it out
I will tell you

somethin
That pussy think he know somethin

That pussy boy don't know nothin
Don't gotta stick don't own one
Better tell his partner loan one
I pull up by my

When the eyelids hug each other
And the board turns black
Perception fades out warmly
Welcomed by the sweet embrace 
Of the fall

Subconscious takes

up here

Pack up your trunk we're heading straight to the forest
Got the keys to the trees from Doris
Back to basics picking sticks and forage 
All

all that's mine 
To get a taste of my lust
Hypnotized by your blue eyes 
My vision's getting blurred
To get a taste of my lust again

My time up why did

me that they gon pop up
Guess imma blow em away
Dress like a soldier, I ride in a tank
Grip on the stick and the drank
Pull up I swerve in a matchbox

Pick up
Got my swag on
Stick up
How you gone pause on me
Better
Now that I'm all on
Betta yea
I'm betta

Say I'm frontin' now
Naw I got me
All up

at night
For longer than two hours

So tell me what to say
And tell me what to do 
Ill do anything you ask me for
So go and chain me up 
So i cant get away

(Keep your chin up baby)
(Keep your chin up baby yeah)

She's inaudible and alone
But you're tired of it
But you stick by her side
In spite of it

best thot make the bed rock
I'ma do it by myself fuck a guest spot never set hop
Still looking for the next opp
Swing around more sticks than the red

ready, I get that, but here it is
Stick with me or be stuck with what you get
Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud
Stitch up every cut when you've had

He's heating up
Oh damn

Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woah there
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
And I keep a Glock, nah,

He's like fire and he's heating up
When he starts baby he can't stop
Tell him to quit and he'll blaze right on
Powered by anger, fueled by song

He's

(Would you stick around)

I feel your blood riveting
Your heart beats right through your skin
Through your skin
When you stand right by me, I feel much

Fuck all this shit an go!

We are full of your shit
Stick your rules in your arse
New era's power will never be
Controlled by you!
Motherfucker

We

really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick

money, if I want it
I pull up to buy it
30 in my stick and I just
Put a hundred in my trousers

I be actin' slow, I'm playin' dumb
They think I got

replace,

Venting my truth to an object,
My head mixed up with a bunch of failed projects,
Inventing all my targets, but I lack desire,
Trying to elevate

still stick n bone

Come in whine up
Now slow oh oh oh
Lighting up the room
When she in the place

Beauty in the body
Especially the face
Leaving outta

trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on

I crop the top, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Put it in they face,

Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck

past tense
Never making no move less it make sense
For we smoke gotta light up them incense
By the way that she walk know she super thick
Love her

they mama’nem a house 
I can’t even count the times they tried to play us out 

But at least I brought my niggas with me 
By my side they always stick