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don’t know? Maybe over a dozen
But for some reason CNN never gives it coverage
It’s like they have an agenda or something? Huh?
Here we go again, black

they gotta know Steve
I'm from Racine, little town where you can really see
How to get your money out the mud, you need 500 penes

I'm droppin' right

a pill he popped from the opps
Can't go out sad I'm popping a opp
Run up in here and your ass going to get shot
My niggas we skiied so you don't know who

Together thought we would Weather whatever storm That came at us
Till the wind started Blowing at us
I know that things fall apart And tend to shatter
So I

know better than most that you have the skills to go far
Bro everybody believes you gonna be a future star
And part of that's because from a young age

We just playin' with them on this in here, yo
You know
You know who it is
You know who it is, don't it

Huh
Q Gwallaa nigga
Ay
Got me some money, I

Yeah
Back up in this bitch
Sandstone in this bitch
Yeah
We back
Ay
Ay
Yeah
I be with the gas, pump 3, with a lighter
Talking my shit, even when I'm

Live by it die by it mane I thought you'd understand
Better watch where you mob better watch who you rob
Cause theres niggas out here eager lurkin for

like in these Hi-Aces
Speakers on blast
Got the seats vibrating
While I'm tryna make a gap and I just weave by haters
I just weave by
We vy
See what's

life, the 1000 Winds Project
By TheChrisAllen.com
One more than 999 individual pristine 24-bit fart recordings

Quoting the site, captured using

the best that I can be,
I'm a beast from the east,
Where niggas dying in they sleep, 
Mis-identity in these streets,
Everybody want to be a G, 
But the shoe

the hell is grown though
Don't wanna be like anyone else
Whoa
(Let's go)
All these young kids
Tryna get up in the mix
Then they get they tongue twist
Hung by

where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace, I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement

Of the Basement!
Next we got... a special guest
I ain't

to having diamonds on my chain
When I go back where I'm from I try to act like nothing changed
Now I feel like Drake cuz really nothing was the same

that walkway

Where i'm from, all knows No Talking
Remember when I got to school
Late cause them blockades
Yea niggas acting but this
Ain't fucking

job

Got these other bitches mad at you
Go head girl I'm proud of you
Go go, go go
Set fire to the whole dance floor
Everybody scared they don't see you

where'd the time go?
Do you still remember feeding me from a bottle?
If I could write a novel about your life
There would be a couple chapters I'd have

enough
How that go

Stop trying to hold my hand
We only here cause
You paying nigga Jesus
You don't please me
Always talking bout
How you sees us
To other

someone today and by tomorrow different story
And we don't let go cause we're scared of being lonely
You see what's on the surface but I swear man you don't

I'm the maestro
Really think I'm bouta go psycho
Fireworks, go berserk no pyro
Don't need a workshop we know what them hammers do
No Bob the Builder boy

Then we had ribs for dinner and coffee at eight
You reached for my hand, our very first date

And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more

From the sky... Views
Like drake said, views
And without further a due
Allow me to introduce
The new RuLA
ChaseP with that fire
Sky views

don't mean anything
Don't flinch the camera flash on the scene
Where you see a glass I see a canteen
Rum and whisky make do the picture in puzzle
In my

flow in air zones, I'm one in the same you bare clones
Coast to coastal, get mami's like I'm 'posed to, go postal when we oppose you, so don't pose dude