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this chicken ain't old, but it's blue strips
And my chick look good, baby, do a full spin
Cause I'm tryna eat a
Hot snack, then shit a rhyme that make

Niggas talkin' bout my exes, she ain't mine if I ain't cuff
I made some bandies in some days, but I don't think that shit enough
Never press bout

anyways, I'm easily replaced.
I'm wired on cheap cocaine; my teeth fall from my face.
My bones are being held together by an old, worn out shoelace.  

Got me thinking like
Got me thinking
Like

Whats good we always say hi but never have a convo
You got me thinking i ride by would you be there tomorrow

Wish I were a good writer
And a stellar singer
My music, something special
Wish I were pretty
And just a bit skinny
Looked in the mirror and see

dye a nigga, try and touch
(Wh-what?)
Might sound good but shit get ugly (Get ugly)
Bought a old-school, said that bitch
"Unbutton it" (Woo)
Big-block

I've heard about the seasons
About the old road trees
My life was good before that
But now if there was two of me

It throws me away from all
I ever

rock when I speak
In with the poetic mojo, high as shit
Just stumbled over my old flow
Dead and gone, passed out on the cold floor
Rebirth it like

dance the night away.

Dance the night away.
Even if we change, even if we change.

So I propose a toast for the good old days.
For ditching school every

to believe
You left me there all alone 
You never came back to  me

I look at all of them one by one,
I smiled at the good old times
there was nothing to worry

the condiments to you could slap ya mama
What's the good of a plan if you don't stick to it
Cause we judge a man by his accomplishments
Stop expecting the tootsie

I say

Ayo, grab you by your neck, lick your face
She so pretty with the baby hair, come here
Let me taste renli Su blouse, see-through
I leaned

to five
Before a lousy job in shipping
Becomes my entire life
Finally writing songs again
And reconnecting with old friends
Life's pretty good
Are we

Every morning got another hour til the darkness goes
Smoking out the window
Start every day listening to Sabbath on an old warped tape
Don't care if

a nigga in 4-5 days my music postal

I still think I suck that's cool
I make the most tho

Yo bring it back good music what
Y'all lil niggas lack
Don't

[Cyah Manage It]
Mi Brain Cyah Handle Dem Deh Stress Deh Mommy
30 Now But Still Yuh Likkle Boy
Like c 5 Year Old c Suh Yuh Bring Mi Joy [Ha Ha Ha]
Yuh

smoke screens
Popping up in the way
Obstacles throughout the day
Living up on my own I'm still alive by his good grace
My heart ripped out I'm holding

the name

Lo The Don rightfully in my place
And only real ones that's allowed in my space
I look out to the world see the drama we face
So I want that good

it
Trying to tell myself it wasn't that serious
Nevеr sought advice cause I was
Too afraid of hearing it
Clеarly never did me any good
Misunderstood by

and stand your ground and you'll be right
You won't be the only one putting up the good fight

Well life ain't too bad around here anymore
As time goes by

flying by his ankles 
It's like we all Tryna make it out the hood 
I'm Tryna bring all of my peoples man I'm praying that their good 
Because this beef

I'm done, like, I'm good, I'll see you later
(Wait you paid like $250 for this?
You paid like $250 for this?)
No dude I just, I just don't, I don't know

a start
You can fly when you give
This little Kingdom heart

Stay awake, 'cause there's more to see
You know
Birth by sleep comes once upon a dream
You

that
Justin blows old men and then
Pays them for head
It's like saying Canadians have AIDS
They know they're gay in bed
If we all agree, jB, sucks