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of thinking
That collect here like cobwebs over every new circumstance

When I'm given too much to return
When I am punished by a common expense

So I am

of course I got patience
By the end of this track I won't be a free agent
My verses ain't free they gon' definitely pay me
Awaken the beast is the reason they

word advice don't never trust no hoe
When she hand you that trap be sure to count your dough
Get on your mark, set, ready, go
Ima tell you about some

in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers

Never Know Why

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

arthritis of king Midas
Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous
I survived disease and political crisis
By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless

-
Meal in Panas restaurant
Was last time I saw you
I wish I could've told you that I fucking adore you
But I can't, not by chance
It's a lance to the heart

the barnyard
Seen my homies flip out bout that hoe, he need a leotard

Niggas give me backdoor vibes, I can't even be with y'all
Blinded by my love, I couldn't

on your call even if you call it quits.

No alcohol, you've seen that road, 
cnd it never ends.

But now you're drinking with your friends and the end is

ont judge by 1st impressions
So rest up to all the kids who tried to change for better
But because they lacked support they sunk too deep & end up wet

the story of my fucking life
It is the end and no one survives
Hit him with a close combat like I was Heracross
Meteor smash his bitch just like a Metagross

I Lift my hands and praise
So I'm busy busy busy now
You can tell by my fruits that I'm saved
Lemon squeeze with the business I rebuke all the smoke

To fuckin' off him
And double fuck his children
Ten percent
That's the most your sticky hands could muster
Bluster through the clusters
Of coppers tryin'

weight up been put in positions that people would pray for
Bruh this is A layup we runnin them numbers up they cannot take us
Moment of silence I rest with

dollars in their hand, they're smiling/ 
(hahahah, that's 100 bucks bro)

Yeah,
You see my shit is really never done,
How can you add up to infinity sum,

good men, that are real good men and their strength is just one part of them  

Can I have a minute to talk about the few good men 
I'm talking about

wondered if you laylow, i'll give you a stitch,
 you come runnin' back again go on and scratch that itch.

every year we made it,
 everyday upgraded, 
my

myself
I would rule you before I
Hit the ruler on the
Hand of a man that had nothing to deserve but
A land of his own because
He’s been handled by these

don't mean more hands
That will hold you up when you fall
It just means that those motherfuckers
Who're riding until the end
Get mixed in with all

Uh, uh, me and Ro in the studio
Cacha Wav shit
No, no, no love, no friends
Fuck new beginnings, just stack all your ends
Turn that Honda to a Benz

Rail

Poor Old Lu

A Picture of the Eighth Wonder

lines (Jesus tie these hands...) speak of the wrong decisions that I had made in my previous relationships. Relationships that should never have been. I

Double-check who's your right hand
Cuz even God got double-crossed
Before the cross by a hype man 	    
So I gotta keep it together and get to breaking ankles

drawn to my phone

And day by day I'm wasting all of my time
The time I could be working, instead I sit down and I whine
And I'm just watching the clock,

shit probably gold
I play my part and I stick to my role
Until we get to the end of the road
You know that I know just how this shit go
I went to Evans

the filth
From beginning to end
It's the truth behind every word
From a forked tongue that sucks out my life
And fills in the grave a heart on a shelf