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far fetched in a young world of sex, i was gambling with cents of my soul
Hopping off fences, pockets full with change, for a chain off to remand i'd go

with ratchet heathen no gasolina
I ain't lacking drive but I plea the five when
They speaking lies all on my subpoenas
Hop off it. Reaching to sky.

but I can't cope when I'm always wrong in your eyes
And I really don't want this to end but baby
You stretching me too thin
Yeah
So I gotta take five

are the window to your soul
That's why my shades darker than 5 percent tints
Not to hide my flaws it dont matter what you think
Cause I showed it all

Close cuts and low fades
Polo shirts with no name
All we smoked was loud, we ain't call our weed by no strain
What the fuck is fentanyl?
Blunts was laced

the strong survive
Fuck a 9 to 5 let me work the graveyard
Got soul till I die like I'm Ray Charles
I ain't worried bout the fame you can keep the cash
Don't

Young Love

Nature

For All Seasons [Clean]

2000

by this young bitch, a dumb bitch
I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds
She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss
Caught me on the one on one, always

apart or grew with me
Nights in Southie crash at Nana's if I'm too tipsy
My dads a gangster so I'm Praying that the shoes fit me
If I got Five then

an adventure
Finding my chain when I got arrested
Must have been my best investment
The clothes that I wear, that was made by me
All of this lean that I sell in

style depending where my head is at
Sometimes I wear my v neck real low
If I'm feeling sexy then expect some skin will show
Maybe wear a turtle neck if

like Yao Ming / I’ve returned like Jordan in that four five I’m from the city where they buried us alive “Let’s Go Hey

 

Im am legend like Will Smith

A myslel jsem, že zmizí problémy když máš cash
Jediný co sem chtěl dřív, tak je mít cash
Jediný co bych chtěl teď je nemít stres
Projíždím se v nový káře

Hey Good Lookin' / Jambalaya

John Prine

The Singing Mailman Delivers

2011

throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till its covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every

No Good

Anthony Hamilton

Wooden Leather

2003

this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song

This is a dishonorable profession
Brought about by people who think right
First will take a kid
And when he's earned a bit
We'll fleece him Push him

The bike was Huffy, attention was froze
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had made the mold
Since fourteen holding, Pusha T was

of prison and torture would follow
 
In 1990 Aung San Su Kyi and her democratic party
Won the general election by eighty three per cent
In 1991 she won

hustle baby
Darling this is it (Woo)
Witness it, no victim lie watch the bullets whizz by
Pray the lead don’t hit
Pray you aint prey
For the dogs

yeah we meet by the bay
Step to my face you have nothing to say
When it hit nighttime we turn up like day
Loan time is over we getting our pay
I take

there to give me hugs
Cause I don't speak about my life
So I don't hide
But days go by
When I wear a disguise
You wanna beg
Cause you wanna know
Well Ima

Stillborn. Could have been killed morning 
after by an assassin in pill form. But still born. 
Rise and shine. Here's a five to nine to balance 
out

Hey girl poď sem
Chcel by som spoznať čo si zač
Mám účet na bare, tak čo si dáš
Vravím o havane, vodky, absinth
Hey girl môj sen
Prosím ťa tráv dnes

About 290 years after Christ a Roman
Emperor named Diocletian took over
He really grabbed the bull by
The horns he took over in a period of
Turmoil

Like Charlie I'm gold
Like Charlie I'm gold
Right by your home
I'm right by your home
Like Charlie I'm gold
Like Charlie I'm gold
Right by your home