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a lesson
From the back of the beyond is a viewer with discretion
Is advised from the left and advised from the right
I’m a kisser not a lover, but I’m not

Bought this one for free 'cah I paid more than a lot, bruv
Don't ask me what I paid 'cah it cost more than a lot, cuz
These niggas say they with me, I

Chuckie
Thrilla sent this and I was scared outta my wits
Oh shit think we got us a hit
Picture me being not with the shits
Front line Ima pop like a cyst

don't really matter, I'm honestly flattered
Y'all think that I care but I'd honestly rather
Join up with my father who abandon my mother
Before you muse

Nigga buss her down
Buss her down you niggas weird. We don't pass around
Fuck around and find out we don't like to lounge
Man, we so damn fresh from our

the
This or that part of me
Pray for me attitude magnitude possibly
Katrina flood water, don't try to avoid us
Kidnap DJs, ducttape for dollars
Propaganda

or the friends we choose
How much can you really learn about someone based on their favorite music
We can’t deny that music speaks to us
We connect with music
We

the fuck would I be reading signs ? 
They never told you that the trap was set up by design and you could always spot a rat cause they gon' undermine 
I'm

He don’t give a fuck about ya roof, nah/
Tony play around with the pro tools/
Upper body hanging out the coupe/
That's not something that you really

an opinion putting their two cents worth, fuck your opinion!
Opinions don't grant you access, seems to me ya scared to death of success
Scared money don't

you on my dick
Trying to prove that I'm the greatest
I entertain the niggas who work behind me like gay sex
But I dont give a real fuck
My attitude

controlled by lust
You gotta ease on down know the road gets tough
You fuck around and told too much exposing us
What the fu

This time I gotta keep you out

the jersey with 'em, and it had just hit the stores
And my shit was low key, I was just living God
God help us to see what the park dealt us
Nothing

where I grew up but nothing goes down
And I don’t even know who I know now
Yeah I used to have friends but they never come around
Two months at home with

Boy, I spend my time daydreamin' about us
I don't want your love, I just need your touch, yeah
Yeah, I wanna feel but I ain't tryna trust
Know you

of the most significant messages
Given to us from God

Who am I?
(Picture perfect, yeah, American dream)
Who am I? (London, Paris, took a random bean)
Who am I?

like I don't give a fuck because I'm rich
We hide the pain with money living all we used to wish is Blue Chanel to hide the smell of the asses we used

lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh

Old statements, verses deciphered by code breakers
Labels awarded them plagues that's gold plated
I'm murder with no

us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all, you need me)
Young Buck, catch up, yep

I'ma prime time player
Shorty, don't smoke weed
She a high time hater

F*ck Yuor Opnion

Dizzy Wright

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

Uh,

Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Suffer through the weak but still in touch with what I see
Fuck it up on these beats, but you'd never

wanna get shot by Cupid
Can't believe you did this to me
Gave you my trust, you played with it
Imagine if we carried on, girl
You know I'd be stuck, no

it's fucked up
In a need take heed and bunch up
Our enemies leading us
Something seeming mischievous
You trust it
I’m yellin fuck this
All this

Yo
This life's a madders ya know
I don't feel like many people understand me & that you know what I mean
But fuck it am gonna win anyway
Like Dennis

I don't mind if the world goes to ashes, as long as you're by my side
and out of my mental
You say I'm out of my mind, but I'm just contemplating us