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Dear Lord, protect me they tryna choose my fate
Don't let a rapper dead me with a two times eight
Or anyone out tryna take food from my plate
'Cause I

like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,

Talked to God last night and he said don't give up
So I woke up and put my game face on
Skipping my job to make eight songs
No one thinks I'll make it like

and it takes time
No one should help but I may find
Someone to come take away mine

Only time I open up is on an instrumental
Trynna be a better man,

Had the bitch I'm the back an she weightin' out the fifth
Lame no-names better play no games
Cuz I may go slay on the 808
You'll get laid to waste till

talkie's
7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods
You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good
At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good

Yuh, 

Taylor, 

This that 8bit shit man, 

Hah, RHYMESICK, 


I’m puttin haters all to shame boy, 

Wanna run your mouth I’ll have you runnin from

it a buck like Giannis
And so I came harder
But if I look close 
And you took away that fifth 
I woulda been more honest 
And if I may like the month

I do something illegal
May he rest in peace I can't call Johnnie Cochran 
My circle could never be boxed in
My ethic could never be clocked in
No

Woo
I am on fire
Not going to hell lord please take me higher
But while I'm here will these lame os retire
Okay that may be too far
Instead I'll just

Moroccan Jewels

Vinnie Paz

The Cornerstone of the Corner Store

2016

niggas, the winners
Onslaught, we the Autobots, fuck with us
I been fucking these rap niggas' bitches
Invictus, Ernest Henley
Thank whatever gods may be

Can I? May
I change my own sleigh
I bath with my phone aye
Get caught with my loans aye
The swag is on hold aye
But back to the flex with a freestyle

And Patrick Ewing I'm a decipher, spittin' verses, may fuck
Up a couple lines, that's fine I'm still improving, I'm still gettin' my
Groove in Me, Zak, Angel,

And on the surface it may seem it aint worth it but hey
Nothing is worth it OK yeah I know it hurts me to say
While I was spending time driving the emergency lane
I

please respect my word
When my homie tried to help you out, you kicked him to the curb
He may forgive you, but I don't have no slice of sympathy
Whatever

wrecked the beat
You may have died (Ahhh)
My mother she wonder what happen
My father workin' today
What good is prayin' goin' do?
My grandparents' sickness

And she a lil pro
Long tongue and all she swallow and spit
That’s a light three point five
Yet it’s ok it’s already been flipped
Just turned twenty eight

begun
I get a call from 8-Tre. Where you been
Sleeping in. Check dm's
Aww man, I just went viral again
That's so cray. Even crazier's what we got

a game but they slanging 8 balls without the pool stick 
And if you stick with me, I'll give you the cue to go 
Fucking rent is due, that residue on his

banana seat
Looking like some eight year old kid on your grandma's street
You can go ahead and call me lazy
I just retired real young, y'all, call me

guess I inspire ya's
To be me, you see me?
On this mic I become the world's 8th wonder
Step to me like divorced parents, you 6 feet under
I got tired

quality time that we're spending riding thru the badlands
If I may I'll play the same song but it's gonna be your last dance
Scream all that you want bitch

again
Roman's 5:8 states, God demonstrates his love
Cuz even while we're sinning He still died for us
I see that theme throughout Your word but I payed it

methods, I've attempted, never tried deceit
In my desire
To see my brothers fly
Circle may be small though regardless
Of closest kin, or of closest friends