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man above crew
You fucks wit me
I fucks wit you
Brothers from another mother
Word to mother
Everybody gotta friend that they call they brother
And you

the rules i'll obey send me the code I can live by
Proverbs 28 cannot be wise in my own eyes
Can't forsake the Law nah that'd be praising the wicked
You said

I go by the name DJ TTB (Yeba)
Hit maker 
No stress
Big up my chest (Uhun)
Hit maker 
No stress
Big up my chest (Uhun)

If you wanna be my lover 
You

In the formless shadows
There lurks the ghost of man
Whispering tales of failures, deceit and a crumbling empire

In a cold dark future
We see

not
Niggas really be pretending boosting about the shit they got
Say they balling must be hooping flashing all them lil nots
Man That’s only play money

comprends pas
C'est qui ces deux bonhommes
Came in the world butt naked
Nigga tall like Embiid
Got no time for hatred
TWINNIN' album wicked
Surrounded by drug

bitch and become the billy goat
I’m bragging now but really though
Ballin' on a budget believe me I’m barely brushing by
Buzzing high, buy me a bunch

dream
Affliction slays the wicked, whosoever hates condemned beneath
Everybody wanna eat
Pick and choose the mouths you feed
Blessings out to those in

Lego
I got a ABC bitch, shooting my stick
She say that I’m wicked
ADHD ADD, hard to focus
Not rolling eighty deep, I’m rolling, strolling (Uh-huh)
ADHD

crawl out
Into my guts and out of my mouth
By the breaking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
Into my guts

bold enough to leave a body cold 
Hoover yea she got a man but hit me when she tryna smoke 
Jobless but a post her cash app hoping somebody loan 
Ass

Since 1994 I've been hustlin' hustlin'
Makin' makes in silence
Then I bus it in bus it in
Watchin' all these people, man they come and they go
I've

just focus on money
They get crazy yeah
Man I swear that this shit gon' get wicked
It's what made me yeah
Used to feel like nobody was with me
Different

the wicked
Shit I haven’t rested in weeks
We slept down by the picket
But they ran us off the streets
Everybody's got some misfit
Yeah I think it's in our

life is sweet
Honestly I'd rather be in Crete
Got a body of an athlete
Type of body that make your man wanna cheat
Switch flows again
Typpa talent I

From what I remember
I pay attention like a listener
Lied to
Diminish by the wicked minister
Enter the heart ice cold
Life of a sinister
400 years

you do it by yourself
Let go of that entitlement the game don't owe you help
You waiting on the government you waiting on yourself
And I'm still

its a relay 
Handle this shit by myself so please please please don't u worry 
The games got blurry 
I fix the pot the chicken curry 
I spiced it up,

the state
You gone learn who you is on your darkes days
Roads was paved by some brick layers
Ogs who was running shit like gale sayers
Ohio players i pull up

of meltdown
Claimed by saints with poisoned fangs

Can't wait to fire up the stakes
Oh how they can't wait to fire up the stakes

I see a horrid man
With no

Enlightened by the Lipiodol
Cant see why I'm wicked though
Stay at home and pick my nose
Hope I find a piece of blow
Kneeling on the ground like I missed

of earth we're all one
Forgot what they we're taught
And remembered we're all the same beings, beings
We have no room for the hatred of wicked man evil
That

Hey
It's zero degrees outside
And I go by TLamar
Yeah
I'm in the studio with no shoes on
Jus brainstorming
Yeah
I was just sitting back reminiscing

I need the knowledge
I need the guidance
Pray for the wicked,my niggas is solid huh? Yea

When it falls down and the chips lie flat
And the smoke