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bitches watching me just like a cinema
Boy you can give me ya number, but i'm not hittin' ya
Because I, got too much going for myself
Fuck you fake hoes,

Ms. Jackson

Unwrapped

Unwrapped the Ultimate Box Set [52 Tracks]

2006

thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't

on the loose
Orange balls in red cups
Pretty girls in too much makeup
My first J got my head spinnin' like Kobe dunking over Yarborough
My first Vans blue size

hurt somebody
Too much unwanted attention 'cause I will not stop
Beat the fuck outta somebody and the knock the mutha fucka out till he's outtie
Then

been writing so much I forget when the pens here
Imma just tell you right now there is no ending fuck a sincere
Hey hey hey
Listen up I'mma just keep it

Is that too much to fucking ask?
Because ninety percent of us find surviving so expensive that
Dying is tempting us, and society don't give a fuck

can't focus
Got too much up on my mind just thug it through the motions
Diving deep in pussy cuz my pain just go unnoticed
Therapy might help for now I

you
You're sick
I'm trying to raise you
You're watching too much dumb shit on your phone
Repeat after me
I love you Dad and I'll be strong
Last time I

I ain't even stressing bitch I know it's cool
Spit too much heat in my fucking music
Put all emotion why I don't even talk in school
You step to me?

Now it's back to the plan 

Check into the Telly and pour Me a deuce 
Cant be sippin too much
Gotta go to the stu
Niggas see that I'm up
And they hoping

No, no no no
Hey, hey, hey, stop
You can't leave
If you leave I'll have to hurt myself
And you would never let that happen
You're too good
Monarch,

Claiming that you're getting money
Tell 'em bring the bands out (yeah)
I just went and earned it by myself
They all be asking for handouts
I was down bad

me fish
Both died too young lord help it make sense 
We living in these last days wish that I spent more time in right in your last days or come

and anger can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all,

she a slut in the sheets
But on the streets she a classy queen
Never fucking around or causing a scene
She's a ride or die without me asking to be

And the weight that you’re carrying is way too much, for your shoulders. “Shoulders.”

Baby girl hold on and be strong, and don’t give up just yet,
Because believe

lead
Hop on beat I ain't never giving up
(Pop in)
That's for the homies who dead
Rollin' up blunts yeah smokin' too much
Yeah straight to head
I don't

know where I got sick from
But it's in my nature to be nurtured by bounds of endless love
I don't think that's asking much
But I feel I don't deserve it

Liquor for the pain, perc for the nerves
Baby mama tripping steady working my nerves
Remember posted up selling work by the curve
Didn’t have a job

tossed
When there's too much around to keep in background
There's really more than the ladies that bring it back 'round
Where is the pact now
Where's

leaving her with in this dark place
Family ain't really much when they ain't understand
Her family ain't much cuz they ain't understand
I said it's too late

Why do we live so comfy
Death isn't fake and it wants me
Death isn't fake and it wants you
Stop being subdued

Break up the cuff too
You set your

pretty sure he was getting lit
My nigga, too sorry for being antisocial
I weren't in the mood
Rappers spending time telling lies
Don't you miss the truth?

Shorty hella bad, still divine 
Oh Lord

I'm just glad to see that shorty brought her friend through
Standing side by side, I can tell that she a ten too