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spirits I'm racing
While stuck in the pavement
My arms, I'm still raising
A product worth saving
Loose canon, acute famine
I lived what I learned
Prior
they can see that you gang just by the way that you sound

An I been out here in the cold, putting work in
A product of greed, and I promise it isn't
a true product of family
And we don't care who bought it
If I got it you got it
You can rely on
YOUNGMAN
Mi casa su casa paisan
I hook up hoods, provide
you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me
Girl, when you come around me

Time to keep it 100, I'm a boss chick but he run it
No Michael Kors just
like there's no laces
But I'm not your cow
So I don't walk around with my tongue out
Got a little dough
So I can't walk around with my gun out
So I keep
always do
And you got no obligation
It's just honest friendship
That drives you
I could be feeling blue
Then you correct my views
You're a saint of no
building shut not even for mass
No sitting in the pews with tears of daily repentance
The currencies of the world would fail indeed money would be papers
mate
That'll love you for you the one that'll make your heart quake
Fill up your room no space the kind of love that don't age
God damn saint vinom
But I
know my house
We gon' celebrate all my product placements
Like this free app Yarn that lets
You read other people's text messages
Oh, and by the way, if
Shipped him off to prison, 
Now tell me what do you call it 
When you're stuck in this system, 
And aint no way you can fight it, 
I like to call it
nights
Singing songs by the campfire light
Dancin in the headlights even when it rains
Saturdays out on the boat
With a girl that'll shoot you straight no
all the slaughter and I am in
No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin
With no strings attached
I'm just the product of a hostile
phone. 
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata." 
I hung up with X and gave
to a prison cell
Dirty bastards in your clientele, fuck what you're tryna sell
Art is in my faith, don't need no stat to see my worth
No fucking numbers
the stage is took, then
Havoc struck that could product a whole court.
Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin', y'all.
Sumpin', and pumpin',
obssessed
Stalking your Twitter like you're an icon
Obsessed with you, trynna get eyes on
Eyes on
Baby you're an icon
Telling me to fuck off
I'll come by
narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;
you crackers off if a nigga cruise in a yacht by your lear
Don't everybody welcome me at once, is this not why you're here
Remove my handkerchief, wipe
It's cold, it's frozen, dry & withered
I know I'm blind in love - go figure
A saint in love with quite the sinner
Oh, I can't give you up, yeah
No, I
bodycam
I’ll kill a cop then put it on Instagram
See how many likes I get
See if the algorithm populate that
America said "pull yourself up by yo bootstrap"
the heavens fall
Masses gonna see
How they're owned by the beast
And that won't include me!
Saint Michael won't you choose me?
Saint Michael won't you set me
my arms
If I feel like we don’t got a bond
No need to ignore what’s going on
Let me leave you with some food for thought
I am just a product of my pops
the door 
Here you're no orphan anymore 
Brothers and sisters by blood
This is the Family of God 
Oh, we are
Sons and daughters of the King
We are
We
Uh look sucker, this my gun butter
Street fighter bitches, this the up cutter
Nun-chucker, no time to ducka'
Sign of the cross 'cause this is her

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