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Question three, who producing your album man
Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool & Dre
And the list goes on pimping I'm coming down,
hundred miles

wanna roll weed yuh
Take the dick when I fuck you gone leave
Gave up on love put my heart on a sleeve
Picking up drugs rolling Za by the 3
Can't fuck with

call me again
When you see me shutting down mic
Blinded by the lights, dry your eyes
When the boat capsize three or four times 
Not even Captain Jack

fold
A circle with Jamla written in script like on scrolls
It's been a while we been bubblin' underground like [Mo?]
She got a goal to be married by

I'm a faun
Got these niggas fond
He said I'm number one
Nigga love me more than Bron
Only hit it once, he gon spoil me in Prada
Two three times he gon

the night
Fueled by passion, we shine so bright
Against the odds, we always strive
With determination, we will thrive
Through the hurdles and the pain
We keep

They was cold like December
All them nights I remember
I was lost in the jungle i was like Simba
Labeled me a gang member
Ducking my street ways
Lost 3

all the way to St. Lucia
If you see the windowless van with the paint fuchsia
Be a doll, donate anything you choose to
Like Satsuma some boys are

as fuck cause if not
I tend to over sleep
Three to six hours is chill enough for me
Got to get things done
It's not a game
Just a way how to choose to live

cautious 
But with the verses You would swear that I was born for the pulpit 
I never spoke whats the use People judge by appearances
First black label like

Why I gotta bleed for the colour of my skin?
Like, why we ain't free? Bet they hoping we pretend
Boxed up like a bird, cage, draw the gates
No way we

You don't have to believe a word that I say yeah that's alright
My people they know me they know what I've been thru
That's why they stand by my side

who the hottest in the scene?
Well, it been Blax, ugh!
Big bags, and I spend racks, you can check that
Way I'm whipping, I won't ever be in dead last,

fuckin' nation

Persuaded
By television
Some fuckin' music
Headphones

That got drilled into their fuckin' heart
Head like a drill sergeant
Hmm
Yeah

I'm

with the dime hoes
And I pass em off to a nigga like Lonzo
Keep em by my side shawty gon' ride
I was in the cell waiting for time to go by
Yea I miss my

on the H
I never thought that shit would be
The way it is nowadays
See you locked and I'm free
And prayin I don't see ya grave
A little bird told me one

is therapeutic
I'll twist you round like a rubix
Refusing to be too sick
I might catch a cold cause of the way I spit
Spit at you, no god can bless you

but i also walk it
And my God is like the fuel
Makes me burn up and fly out the room. Let's go

I'm going forward i'm going up
No way to stop. Can't

by

I just want
What I can't get
And I'll never have
Cause we try too hard
And we crash course

When I'm not sure
Circumstances
Have their own way
Fuck

Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM

I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)

through em
Can get em in 3 way or a 4 way
Them bitches they jumping straight To it
Lil nigga you new this
But now that you know I'm the man
You a fan

cry at nite

Go innerstand the truth, on the shell
The mikinak carries who came to tell
Across great waters to those who fell
To show a sacred way out

Wake Up, You're Only Dreaming

David J. Caron

The Greatest Ever Deception

2019

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Fie, fi,, fo fum you're only dreaming 
Three sixes hundred miles an hour? You must

Played by the ting that lead the way I say, coming down on me
A ting called rub-a-dub, lord
Ting called rub-a-dub, hey

So, over we, say them ah mad