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probably now be lined up in chalk
By myself back home in an alley out in K Town,
The feeling's different when I pray now, 
When you're on the top, treat

But, my eyes were wide; my pants were high
And like sharks-to-blood they had me fleeced and fried
Then Mama said, there's a way to get by, keep smiling

mo' money
I went and got it but ain't get to college
I went through robbin', sellin' drugs
Wasn't gettin shit from rhymin'
Devil tried to kill me
Throw

the face now
I'm getting money tryna keep my distance
I'm not these other guy's
You should know otherwise
You must be fucking high
Thinking you touching mine

Latifah
I have no money, my thoughts is bloody
You can tell by my vibe I was up to something
I need a little help, tighten my belt
Got to clear my mind up

“Vows”,  by BCB	

	Clock:
	2x Clean:
	2x Dist. Channel:

	Verse 1:	Would you could you, still love me in, a few, months away, away..
			Would

sinking feeling in my gut
Like I've just been made the butt of a very stupid joke?
Swindled?
Hoodwinked?
Taken for a ride
Kena tipu?
Cheated?
Poked up

with Json and Stefan over Candy
We decide to walk through the store
It's four of us so we know we cool
Then we seeing this car passing us by stopping it

Yea. Story time homie.

A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep

to Problem and Diamond Lane/
I ain’t Special Ed homie, but I got it made/
While y’all sit in special ed. Couldn’t make the grade/
I do it for the love, but my

Of manufactured history 
Color blinded by simple minded men, in misery
Money like control, And Manipulate, Prospective 
Speaking, Of the old life kings, our

nothing new
Big slap in the face to vets of War War II
Everybody borrows money like there is no end
By now it's clear a banker cannot be your friend

Oh Oh

I’ll tell to you a new tale that’s lately been made
Tis of a little carpenter who courted a fair maid
He courted her, he courted her, he loved her

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

made us history
Our romance never passed the test
But I know one thing we did best

I want it 
I need it
Just gotta get you to agree to it
You won't be

When I was a migrant crossing the desert plains
My daughter in a backpack that I'd made out of plants
My wife I left behind me with our baby at her

and saw my last
I don't know what to say (fuck)
Ain't do no cryin', got off my ass, ran up a 100K
I had that money runnin' laps around like andale
Them

the heat," 'cause these niggas be schemin'
He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin'
I go make my move, he be dead by the weekend
It won't take much

the money I made this week on you
On you

Dip me in gold and take me to heaven
I've found the little piece of myself I was missing
I've tried my very best not

made millions)


I see a state turning to faith, faith turn into hate, hate turn into votes, votes turn in to notes
Blacker kind of black money we're

you must like trouble
Living to die like you stuck in a bubble, bukup
Pre-made grave no shovel
Each moment is unique, no doubles
Coupled with the fact

Who'd you scare along the way?
Everyone was made for it,
Is what you'd say
Standing by the Lemon Farm in Uruguay
The ferry ride was painless

afraid
I brought back to the hood, and all you ever did was take away
I pray for patience but they make me wanna melt they face away
Like I once made 'em

me sippin alkaline
Call me by my government
When I’m inside
Tap it so damn hard
Made my phone tha hotline
Straight to me
When I call make a B Line
So