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back with the yellow gold before the morning light; 
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,   
Then look for me by moonlight,

when you pull up to the fam, everybody coming through like
I adore you, now it's looking way too grown, I ain't tryna spoil you
I miss the simple times,

Nobody needs no help I'll do this by myself
I'll do this by myself they say nobody needs no help
They say nobody needs no help i found my own way
Thank God

through the D
All this drank, got my kidney rotting, I'ma need a transplant by thirty-three
I love the scams out here getting jacks like a flat tire
Touched

You found a way in me
You found a way through me
Opened me up
Took what was there
And gave to it new air
I tried my best to
Runaway from you
It was

Sometimes we need, to press reset
But mistakes that I've made, I'll never regret
I made so many damn choices now look where it led

I lost my way
Lost my way

'em up and run a lap
Coastin' hit the map no lookin' back
Chosen I put the city on my back
Floatin' night ridin' through the town
White paper burnin'

Just Like Candy

Eightball & MJG

We Are the South: Greatest Hits

2008

take a mile grab em up 
Paint a ten clear coats to make it shine 
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times 
With my gas tank full, drank

tell it's a drug the way the streets paying 
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C

Chorus 
Motherfuckers

too long 

Didn't put up a fight, I let you in
Put an end to my suffering
Won't let myself go again
Took the path through hell and back 

By time it's

through
Stay by my side and I'm gon ride I'll be coolin as long as I'm with you
Baby girl you ain't gotta worry bout hurting cause I know exactly what you

I've got to make a decision of whether I live or die
I'd rather just run 'cause either way it's one hell of a choice

[Chorus]
my car is like my own

what
Another word and I'm spicy like cajun
Syringes in my back from liaison
Could be Zelda
Just another hyperlink to connection
Cursed by critics

Real spitter, show niggas how to rock when I step in
I'm really from my section, ain't got time for no flexing
The way you niggas straddlin'

The only effing way my brain can deal with what they choose to tell us mate
2020 full of stressful claims
Of which I contest, they're fakes
Hit the reset

would show me
Where to find my way
My stumbling adventures only cause me to be late
Letting out the cries, has me seeing through them lies
I wish someone

kakuhle
Hayi nayo IMighty inazo ingxaki
Tshini thiza!
They couldn't tell that we been way ahead of them
Blinded by views on these egos trips
Mouth talking

of all It's not enough
I don't like when you talk too much
I don't like when you sing like that
That's my part I can do it way better
I'm just trying to be

feel
Can’t control
It’s in my genes
Let myself drown in every beat
Yeah music is the way I feel
Can’t control
It’s in my genes
Can’t control
It’s in my

press me by no statements

I ain't attached to cases, out the way the way to go
If you ain't one of mine and tryna serve me, issa go
You got clout

Imma go my way
You should come and follow
No one knows my name
Damn my chest so hollow
I got followers through midnight
And some diamonds on my

girl lemme come thru I'm feening
Lookin at my phone when you hit my line I'm cheesing
Baby you should know
We can take this thing slow
There ain't no

used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made

but pushing through it is a must, storing up ain't worried bout moth or rust, live by faith & living just

Gotta press on, reach towards the goal
I know