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gassed off the pipe, I don't exhaust
Swiper gone Swipe, fuck what it cost
Versace the body, my Migos Take-off
Offset wit da homi with Cardi B'z on 
Kilos

These songs are for Bisan
I pray that you keep going
I don't how it be but
I want you to know that I see ya
Once upon a time a little bitch named

So High

II Tru

A New Breed of Female

1997

to the left when we blazin'
All my trues who toke and roll in the Clair all day long
We some representers, bumpin' on these here thug songs

(Hook)

Can't Nobody

1 Life 2 Live

1 Life 2 Live

ready I'm just too much 
When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much 
If I ain't known you twenty years I don't trust you much 

Roll with

Oh they wanna diss? bet
Exposin yaself, you just cap for the net
Talk shit, Rizzy uppin that tec
Cappin in songs, and you changin ya set
Thats

it
Long guns, points white bones Ashed it
Wrong cunts coined ripe old
Trash bitch
Songs front going right on passed it
And I smoke out papers
Inhale

trending
That’s that play by play that doesn't come with happy endings 

Passion jumping out my body, can you feel the difference?
I’ve been overthinking,

Allow me to please introduce myself, my name is BARZ; B A to the R Z
I smoke gas, big blunts like a Marley
I ride tracks like a motherfucking Harley

Giving back to the people!


This song is dedicated to 
Paa nabaab yanuwn (Dr Malachi z York)
 and Crystal Dismukes! who lost both of her
Brothers and her

problem
Two strong men, gettin' weak by one bar
It wasn't even the best bar, and y'all still got squashed!
I don't even know why y'all try to keep Jabez Z

time

Isolated from the world, truly & divine
Motivated by my daughter, she deserves some kind of greatness
If not all combined, never took you off my

flip a Z 2 5th
Like 10 to 3

Younger me on smoke
Nicotine
It was Fed on da guys Dey was
Tryna nick a teen

Uno I had to hustle
My cup was empty
My pocket

And snap like I do on tracks
You know the flow is an issue
In fact, these songs are like journal entries
My life is a journey
I bring you with me
But then we

deep
Tryna work on CDs I can’t lease beats
I have worked for free-‘z man you see me
Rights and wrongs have lists
So then I write these songs when pissed

of God
Now follow me you morons
They'll sing my songs forever
Plan b to z, my mind, your faith, your heads
Got rid of what I didn't need
I hate to be in

That's Bartholomew-Williams that's almost A-Z
You can follow me and Ima follow God
Baby we gon see where the Lord leads us
How the world takes us

Fitness, Early morning plotting had roaches on the dishes
Told my my dog, I'ma make it, I don't need no gimmicks Acid in my head, band, like I'm Jimmy

play my people all wrong
I ain’t playin aan put you on a song
Wanna live in a world with no pain
Stand with clo and dancing in the sun
We don’t need

Always got some green

Twenty-pointers in the buffs, bitch
My view icy
Balaclavas back-to back-to back, bitch
We too shiesty
Know that shit designed by

[Hook - Tonya]
Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...its hard tymez
Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...these hard tymez

[Z-Ro]
My people get crushed

to me? on the real, you've been a pawn

Lot of people talk 24/7 like they know what's going on

Damn, I don't give a fuck
If you butt hurt by this song

If

Good evening, turrets and gentle-cubes!
My name is Loose Screws Louis and I will
Be your Jazz Core for this evening
I'm gonna sing you a song
Called

You and I we comin' up, we don't do it for the clout
We don't post our pictures, people know by word of mouth
You my sunshine permeating stormy clouds

Without the right guy, shit, and I pay them my payments

Surrounded by real niggas that showin' they statements
Uh, minute, he started buggin' out
Uh, Phil