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the right stanza
Give this love song the right anthem
If only I could tell em what name is
I’ll let you be the judge I’ll be the plaintiff
I swear I feel you

The numbers still the same my nigga-I'll be
Waitin on ya ring my nigga

Alot of time done went by
While you was stuck in a cell
5 plus bitch ass judge ain't

amazing
Who am I
That you'd be mindful of me
If I were you, God, I would judge me
But you refuse to stop lovin'
That's why I want all of you
And none of me

by demons that
Shorten my life line
Teeing off, third eye stays open
I'm teeing off like a shooting spree
Reaper waiting to see them off
But I'll write

level
I never could settle, I like to keep my foot on the pedal, yeah
I'd love to pack arenas and all
But what I really wanna do is learn to handle my

I'd write your name in the sky
But all the planes passing by
Don't get me high like you do
Maybe that's why I choose you
To stop your bleeding I'd

by demons that
Shorten my life line
Teeing off, third eye stays open
I'm teeing off like a shooting spree
Reaper waiting to see them off
But I'll write

my darkest days, fans cheer for me
That's why I'm praying for the day
I make it in this industry

Cause Rina told me there'd be days like this
Am I

these
I don’t need enemies
So I roll by my lonely
Motherfuckers phony
But my mother always told me
So I keep it pushing
Listen while I do the push
Sitting

Don't look straight at me 
I'd give anything 
I'll give up someday 
I'll move far away 
Electric with man 
Bury first girl I can 
Electric with man 
Bury

Starving silence darkness hobby
Thought we'd talk well barely hardly
Too entranced by what im guarding
Sorry

So this is life
So that was life

All we need

of all these stereotypes / tired of all this silly old hype / tired of niggas not giving me props / tired of harassment given by cops / tired of how black

Humble beginnings still I give a fuck how you're feeling
Just don't judge the life that I'm living
I got a new thing for winning
So fuck coming

readin the letters that she sent me

Tired of playing games
Tired of being in last place
I move too fast pace, who are you to judge
If only you could love

tonight
I wanna be your lover tonight

I don't look like trouble to you
But you don't know baby, what I can do
Don't judge this book by its cover
I can be

wrist broke
Grew up on Scarface, Bushwick, Willie D
Will he be instrumental over instrumental by D-o-u-g?
That's rhetorical, the one, asks the oracle
Been

me think hold that, wait I think Double D's yeah
Or a couple of C's are, you gon judge my craft on vocabulary
You wanna try me and see if i'mma get

I'm genuine
Right?

I talk a lot of talk
And I smack the smack (smack)
But I try to walk the walk
This is not an act (wack)
Everybody wanna judge

a dime a dozen
A dozen times, if they fine I’m busting but I be tired of fucking
Us is something I’d be lucky to see
But I’m aware you’ve had enough my

Uh-huh Uh-huh It’s Grymey
Get money all day, Judge what up
Moon rocks got me outer space
I just link up with Marvin
Dark side but I’m still good
I’m

diabetic
But it still gets us connected
It makes the family kinetic as one
We gone still taste it with Buds
It makes up for lack of nutrition
By building

tough so give this shit a listen (Where the bitches?)
I bet you’d get a couple hoes, if you focus on yourself instead of flexin’ in a ghost (Why you

Baby take the lead you the boss this time
This time imma tell you how I like it
Longtime you had a thing for me
By the bulge in my jeans you can see

key
So I ca open any door
That opportunity knocks
If not...
I'd wild out like the lox
I don't do this for props
I do this for you, me n my peeps
Since