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A hundred percent committed independent with it educate children
Invest about a billion teach them how to build buildings
Stack it to the ceiling everybody
worlds in the same location and
One day we ended up speaking
And I would talk about college, she would talk about meetings
And how she's planning
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Have you ever been blown away?
By something you see every day?
And you don't expect it but you don't correct it
'Cause you want that feeling to stay
no pop
Yeah I'm white as hell but I ain't fucking with no damn cops
Poured a four of this wocky got me feeling silly
Popping wheelies while in Philly
pop hop, fakes gathered a real pop up
Man we don’t care about you or your crew
Word to papa sayin shit that you got every
Day a different watch
Cartier,
I’m just out here Thugging w my day ones
I’m just tryna stack it to the ceiling
Out here tryna run us up some millions
(Tone)(WeGotLondonOnDaTRACK)
I found myself dreaming
About better days
Better days ahead
But why does it feel so distant
Yeah It feels so distant
It feels so distant from where
to escape
When I break out
What the fuck will I do
I thought about this so long now I am confused
(Just 3 more days) I am here for something I did not do
Dabi m3blow
Papa bi kaa saa )de de hia saa de k)) Owuo mu
Do something for the mean time p3 kakra hy3 wo b)t) mu
Everybro wan get it large nanso
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a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she
Three floors up then straight ahead
If someone thought to lock the door
Use the fire escape instead
Someone's always up to something
One thing's always
go with the flow
Or I'm about to yoke a joker
All that straight faced shit like your heart had been through
Smile and give your face something
alone and don't know who is who
But it's just like you, it's just like me, it's simply, it's 1 and 2
It's just like 3, don't try to cuff it, let it
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
me all
Give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a
Little something about yourself
You're wonderful, flawless
Ooh you're a sexy lady
But you
of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do something about it
The chick that I'm lovin'
Wondering who is she fuckin'
The friends I got 'round me
I went out walking the other day
The heat hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
it away
To buy something new
Just to discard it some day
I don't care about that stuff
Enjoying just the little things
Lying here in the grass
because I'm so turned on by doing one that it's hard to do, it's hard to stop after one to tell you the
truth, because it just makes you wanna do more.
I hang with the goblins daily, fucking up functions
I lay in a coffin all day and think about nothing
I hang with the goblins daily, fucking up
55, 55 angels by my side saying pray for me
Be the light, see the day for me
Be the light, see the day for me
55, 55 angels by my side saying pray
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