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my door 
Will I return like Jordan wearing the 4-5 fasho
That reality never gave me no feels
That reality never gave me no chills
My black skin boy

on one side and her on the other
They had to fall out of love with eachother

The words heard over and over and over again
She heard them over and over

long (so long)
Not pursuing this music feel like doing wrong
Music and I got a strong bond
We had hard days (hard)
Was in a dark place
Tryna make it out

Fried Day

Bizzy Bone

Next Friday [Clean]

1999

Now this is what I'm talking about baby 

[Repeat 2X]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope

ndlela so we grant our parents wishes
Ang'kaze ngalala ngendlala but still ng'yakhala
Been puttin' so much effort in it k'sazobonakala
On the mic I never

in a four door
No paparazzi, But I'm still dressed to take a photo 
Get the munchies then grab some of Lola's chicken adobo
Ass kicking reflex, I grew

doing tricks yeah
Put the gang on top I cannot let that shit switch yeah
This the one this the one on a mission
Did so much that I can't feel my kidney's

Modern Day Mugging

Ugly Mac Beer

Ugly Mac Beer Invasion!

can't tell
But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful

V personally favors, "please don't kill me"
Empty out

she legit
forget about the past
all your sins
its winter
but your body got that heat
yeah tonight keep it lowkey
other girls sit by my side-ide
I won't

to that place
I don't even know how it feels anymore

Stopping you from doing things
Oh hate is all that brings
We could let it all just swing
Or baby we

they don't know us they just know our name
Opps been clicking up with other opps man this Shit ashame
Most of my opps dead ina grave I'm still screaming

we'd be Gucci when we land
Oh, shit!
Long blink, then I remembered the hit
Car hit a spin, hit the guardrail, split
Now we all over the edge, four of us

We had to use the stove
Momma use to struggle
Tried to help her out
By sellin' lows
Gave the hood some hope
Just follow me
I'll find a pot of gold
Knew

The Drowning Dream

Augie March

Strange Bird

2002

for some

Throw us in the oven where the angels fly, 
They still need to eat 
She's clean, she keeps a clean house, she can cook alright, 
But I no

blair warner
At the chevron at four corners
I said did you see him die?
She said that was just a rumor
Super duper small town trumor
He was shipped off

Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets

faster 
Than a G4
They'll make a lotta jokes but still hit Florida just to see her folks
Let's Deploy
Our minds from all the practices that keep holding us

bullet in my head 
What is it this time? 
Rip out my spine 
Breathing to die 
Yet I still stand 
Defy all commands 
Assigned by your god 
Four years

but if she broke, red flag
Bitches be always mad, blame it all on they dad
I'ma back stab my damn self but I still get that bag
Baby got daddy

to the pin
Today I’m still mad about it
But I make it happen in a flash like a DC comic
Peace be upon us
Four years ago I ain’t have shit but a hundred

sweater

I hold onto your pillow tight
Next morning you leave alright
It still smells like you
Pass by at school you say- Hey
Can't wait til Saturday
If you

of the grind
Told his mama he love her
Knew this what she wanted
His momma said Baby I'm still on ya side
Ever since then he been trapped in the darkness
Just

eye smile at you know it's not genuine
Cause underneath that smile buried lotta burdens
Lots of weight on my shoulders
Feel like Atlas carrying this

So Get High

Maceo

Straight Out da Pot

2005

to the sky can't question the gurl but I want to ask why.the streets still fucked up young nigga's die.household fucked up moma get high daddy runnin around