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God had to come and bless it
Living young and wild and free
Yea I made mistakes, but I learned lessons
We was just down in the dumps
Now every song is

you
I get geeked off a Sprite that got no mud up in it
My verses and hooks take ‘bout 35 minutes
Multiply it by ten till you get the backends
Don’t do

change.
You will surely listen to your favorite song,
a cigarette in hand.
And ask me to make you a meal at 4 AM.
Know that I will be there.
But by then,

and roll down the window to blow strong, been so gone
Frustrated my country out of control
It’s translating to the burden of emptiness in my soul, I’m

Ayo, this song is a bit different
It's a true story about
Um, just listen
I was
Sittin' in the car just me and my mother
Suddenly she speaks about

dead broke and that's just
How them niggas stay
He think the world owe him something
He tryna get some pay
I don't listen to nothing
I'm countin' niggas

get out here
While you can
Be remembered as a great statesman

Nothing big has gone wrong
So listen to my song
Thank you, it’s time to play golf
We love

She tryna spend the night
That’s really not the type of time
A nigga got
I gotta get this song
I gotta get it right
Cause right here at this moment

career
Now my confidence starts to break
And all y'all songs on SoundCloud got at least a thousand plays
The listens you get it in hours, I get in a couple

the way to fix my pockets
And they'll do anything to be the Topic
Oh ya'll niggas need to stop it
Yea ya'll need to stop it now

Aye Listen
I know they like

a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

A country nigga still lookin' for
A New York hoe
About to kill

Stronger 
Though I came from the trenches

Listen
Do I or do I not mention
How ghettos are stricken distant 
From the suburbs where we're forbidden
When I

across the country
They say drama happens with a lot of money
But I'm poor
Life still got problems for me
"We all get money" that's awesome honey
Go back

bring new songs to sing
In Him I live have my being
Lit by dreams sittin in this cell
Beggin God to let me up out this jail
But for seven years I was

able to ask many of the questions you all submitted last week
Please, take a listen

Were you the one who founded 4TC
Be honest, who really wrote

the fuck is my response to it?
Commentating from my comfort zone
Accommodated to the conflict zone
In a country owned by colonists
So it don't matter what my

trucks following hearses
I put my pain on a record
Some people talk more than listen
I'm not ashamed I've been stressing
I gave my heart to these women

What's going on?
Nice song, but moving on
My favorite rapper lean hella strong
And his page poppin' like kettle corn
Don't care if ain't write his

I cant pay my rent then im shooting stars
Music bars but my hearts all I listen to
Im blinded by lights but the dark is a mission too
I cant hide lies

(Confidence)

You can't F with us no more

(Courage)

We so rugged and so raw

(Self reliance)

Now we back in this S.O.B

(By the grace of God)

I'm passing them by

Dublin Town
Bright lights all around
All the different sounds
Concrete surrounds
You need a few pounds or there's nothing to do
No

it kicked I floated into Eden
With blarin' music and the dancin' boy I can't even
You know that feelin' when your limbs are pulled by a string
Now

my songs in Google Docs
Your wife could be married for fifty years, she'd still get me and you flip-flopped
My dick drops on 'em hops on and hops off,

movin funny, I'm about the money
I was broke and I was hungry
Til I got the pack to move across the country
Kill it like Solomon Grundy
I'm killin this