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wanted to fake it
The way I showed you love
My dad showed me how
Cold and detached
Yea I said it out loud
Over promise
And under deliver
Say you'll do

apartment come up here and prove it
Talk on my name ima pop you
No you cant run ima stop you
Ill pick you up til I drop you
You shitty nobody gon cop you
Come

from it
And I just love it, yeah
But right now, this be the moment that your world crashes
Said right now, I unfurl masses
And run through the checkered

zips
Kicks by the boatload I done flooded my ghetto
A nigga on the run and folks I still can't let go
It's not impossible to make a million but keep yo

more
I just hope that you can't stand me no more, yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ay)

When shit got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me
Now everybody

Hey by the way I'm moving out tonight
Hope it was worth your dumplings
Oh dumplings I miss you so much I miss you so much
Hey by the way don't tell Dave

Rosa, oh Rosa, takes her seat
Standing on her own feet
The interracial Lovings' love
Blessed by God from up above

Freedom Riders ride
They had to hide

I can't sleep in my bed
Got demons in my head
Shadows are wanting me dead
For you, for you
Left me out in the cold oh baby
Got me feeling like

chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow
Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity
Ope, there goes Rabbit, he

on my business
My suits on, it's printed
It's so mean it's wicked
I beg God to forgive it, y'all way off
Dead by the same law
Way out of touch like

appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to

Hide
When

won't come out
He's chokin' how, everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, BLOW!
Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity
Oh, there

on the pillow (uh)
Watts, Willowbrooke, even shook, when I took (uh, what? What? What? What?)
A fresh-ass hook out my notebook
Dan-na-na, dan-na-na, I love

What am I to do with all these voices in my head
Breathing down my neck and playing back the things I said
I tried to run away but I’m tied down

No longer doing that just for a square
I'm that far removed?
Carry guilt
Hadn't run the track
Of course we'd have a hard time
If we had waited I'm

yay
Got the fiends nodding in thirty minutes
I love money, wouldn't let it pass me by
Movin' nuggets in Detroit like Allen I
Write this out, soldiers
I

stare
I don't give a care
If you wanna pull hair
And tear the face
Put the bombs in place
I'll run your pace
You may have your ways
Around a database

stare
I don't give a care
If you wanna pull hair
And tear the face
Put the bombs in place
I'll run your pace
You may have your ways
Around a database

hear? 
(Trying to appeal to my peers) 
But I seem to think ahead of them by seven years
No cheers, don't drink beer or go out til I hear roosters crow,

Goddamn! Bro, you the broke another motherfuckin' money machine?
Now you give me that bag, you take that bag, we'll count it by hand.
Where

I saw
Summer breeze
Talking trees
I hear 'em speaking to me
I don’t say, what I mean
Can we please, run it back let’s take 2 or 3
I walk around

JUST WANNA MAKE IT UP THAT HILL

THE GOVERNMENT AT IT AGAIN TRYNA KILL US WITH THIS DAMN CORONA

ERRBODY OUT HERE MASKED UP LIKE THAT BOY REY MYSTERIO

yet when wi run risk fi d
Gyal dem love off d flow
Dem a who da yute ya
Mi a sip henny and a bun a kush from d future
Mi go pass e cloud
When wi pull up

Ghetto Hell

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

coming for your hide but there's no where to run
Straight up, and there's no where to hide
Guess what, 'cause negative situation is winning by