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at first
He just thought it was turn
‘Cause his aunt, his uncle
His friend, his brother
All land six feet under
One death and another
Struggling to hustle

off me
Look I’m too hot so get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
The flow 500° you are lukewarm
Slide on the beat like a hot comb
I’m the golden child

sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music and the mic
Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin' baby
Go

Home sweet home
The place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cap to my chrome
Dropped the tape so now you know me
But who knows me? Sewn up they

The Professional

P-Money

Gratitude

2013

this man?
Suckas
Let's get it started, my nigga
Straight up
Making this hostile takeover
Yo, P-Money
Yo watch me, check this out yo

Since

OD off of all the shit I'm in this bitch
He gone hate a nigga by the way I'm fucking on his bitch
Roley on you'd think a nigga slit his wrist
Roy jones

don’t talk unless
She calling bout the sex
Asked me if I’m by myself
She sent a thread with beaucoup neks
Say she tired of faking fucking
All you do is

Cruising down the street
Keep my foot on the pedal
I'm on the podium getting the gold medal
I'm number one cause I wanna go fast
If you ain't first

lit up the board
Ship it like Sicily switching the score
Three six the pick if the iddy epiphany flipping these giving me bidding me more
Fitting when

night
I cant sleep got me up going
Brake lights, brake lights, brake lights,
You don't see em I be rollin
Police wanna pull me over cuz they think I'm

Kalabuley boys wanna see me down six feet
Nana is good
Baba is great
Anytime adey go on my knees adey pray
Nana joe dey answer yeah
Feeling by myself

guessin' you're just like the rest of 'em
Smilin' up front, but behind with a different agenda to keep me arrested
To give you a piece that I earn
While

test it
Uh-uh, don't call me a n****
Uh-uh, I don't pull on triggers
Black dad, so I need six figures
My three kids all gettin' bigger
Back down like I'm

Now I'ma stay down
And down for the mission
Let me get my Gat load ??? so I can this shit
A Gee, a ride
A grey Six Trey
Now I can get the A-K, you goin'

Reflexions of the Disillusioned


By Jeff Knight











Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously

abolished
I'm tired of people looking at me like I'm fucking Amish
What does that mean?
Like an outcast, I'll come up to you with roses
Focus, young boy,

Oh
Desire
Yea
Yea Now You Rockin' Wit Rada
Like Let Me Know Sumn'

Like, let me know sum'
I take a perc and I go to sleep
I wake up lil' bitch get

kick
She used to give me mouth, now all she does is strip
You would've thought it was my son, the way I hugged the strip
No brick breaker but I'm

her again
Got a different B&B this time, we went to Six Flags, went swimming
Ate good ass food and it was worth every second
Now she moving in with me

Moski - It's the motherfuckin' states! Where the streets filled with rocks. And you just might get shot. Probably by a cop. Lucky if you got a spot.

All these labes and these thotties tryna get with me
I keep it simpily
Ain't talkin' billions you cant sit with me
Lets get it
I'm an alien
They lookin'

Ya Baby Daddy

Mr. Short Khop

Tha Khop Shop

tellin where he might be
Mama warned you bout a nigga like me

[verse 2]
We's out, my little man about three now
And I don't even see how
I fucked with you

that pride aside, you're destined for greatness too
Holding it in your hands, blinded by your own needs
You're making choices, might not see it now
You

Shit got me upset
But that's life so gotta firm all of it to the chest

I hate when you leave me all in a mess
Rather get shot at again and again
Don't