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flows cold as me
Left hook, right hook, over, clean
Every single punchline coming so pristine
Album or anthology
Every time I get on tracks, it's poetry

Look I am a god on the track
Yes I've got God by my side
The shepherd be keeping the sheep (Sheep)
You know that the pasture is green (Green)
Yeah

All I Ever Wanted

C-BO

Til My Casket Drops

1998

askin for too much 
Prayin to God thinkin 'did he give a fuck?' 
Twelve years old I was always told 
Every day I want it that glitter ain't gold 
But

And though we change through these days we remain the

Don't be stingy give it up you gotta hand it to me
Cause everything that's on God's green land is for me

Man I'm fucking ill and I shoot to kill 
Getting so much green, all the cash I spill
On a really bad day get a hunnid k 
On a really good day get

life go by so fast
I, really thought my childhood would last
Forever, but now I’ll never get it back
I’ve been thinking, ‘bout every track

wonder what they meant by my birthday
I was meant to thrive
Funny how i'm feeling the most sane
With psilocybin
One stop
And the road changed
On both sides

the Porsche
Wanna call po's
Have me gettin' chased by the force
Didn't know I got dough
My case gettin' tossed
And I steal y'all hoes
That's why y'all base when

Wild Cowboys

Sadat X

Wild Cowboys

1996

screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I

rung
Tilled by roving Trojans ogling agrostis by
The checkered gonfalon blobbing hymns
Drip out of the creases
Till it's contradance
Bob your hands

Starting lines set
On the white
Revving up the gatti
Ladies with the flags
Crazy fit
Foreigns on the foreigns
Flashing lights
Wait, Red
Wait, Green

friday night
I tell you what blud, yeah them times were alright
but looking back I think how time's flown by

I remember way way way back in the day 
we

niggas can't say the same
I elevated you stayed the same
I'm getting better, by the day
And the time ticking
All facts every line written thats real talk

steadfast
Unladed all my zeal just to finish this track
I could succumb to despair, but I ain't goin down like that
I'm gonna face the other way and I'm never

on track to just go from rags to rags
Keeping track of pay day cause fame ain't paying me out enough
Keep me out of stuff cause this week my account really

Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love

The One

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

of the green, the revenue, the ducats, the monies
is whatever you call it there's some complementary honies
I'm just the ultimate Don Juan nig-Jacabozi(?)
Never

the latter
The sentence was 88 but its ok
Cause he going to see the sun some day
I would've waited every calendar cause the real is In me
You could never

takes it by the arm
Walks it through the mayhem, asks her how her day went (ayo)
Yo, I say shit I don't mean in blue green
Blue green in the hair, just

Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives

I make time slow down when
I smoke it by the pound
With these bitches around me
I feel like I'm drownin' in guala
You know that Ima money fountain
So

Happy birthday darlin'
From the bottom of my stairs
This is perfect darlin'

Well, some days I'm a spinning top
A skipping track
A ticking clock

of different
You understand my flow
So that’s of my spirit
God knows, fear it, relax just hear it
Savagely in check, the track like I fear it
No one finna like

These days I'm ballin
These days I'm ballin
Ain't no way we're falling
These days im ballin
These days I'm ballin ay
These days I'm ballin ay
Bitch