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phone theres drugs calling me 
It's on me and it shows is there really a way out 
Because honestly I don't wana feel what I feel now 

I just wana tear

to be free
How am I nothing in a world that was made up by
me?
Time to wake the side of me I tucked away so pridefully
But mama said she proud of me

burger wrap
Cause while all these other people try to count the stacks
I was here thinking bout the future, all my other tracks
If you don't know me by

it
So to leave home without it, I would never think about it
Mozzy and E-Mozzy, my neph, don't even think about it
Born with this game, shit, I would

truth in grace
To count the tears of the castaways
They seek you, they've found you
They've come in touch with your love

And I know
You're such

won’t listen bruh
I’m doing me aint to time to come chill with ya

It’s the motherfucking King in the bitch
And nobody see me out because I been

Roots Manuva I increase my fitness/ and blowing up bars as God is my witness/ dedication takes time/ and blood sweat and tears/ raise your champs glass

only knew 
The world doesn't see what a mother goes through
Poppin it for the pimp if the price right
Work call tell the kids by night night
Tears

doing to much by far 

Without L.O.V.E. 

It's O.V.E.R. 

Accept G.O.D. 

King's and Queen's

Sing along


CHORUS 


I'm here to lift Him up 

Jesus

They

Feelin' like I'm up now
Just a false peak
Imma get these bands
Up for the hol team
Somewhere by the sun
Now bitch I might be
How you count on sheep?

You know I'm on the feat
When Fresh King send me a track I spit my rhymes and it hit from the back
That ting go brrat t-tat t-kat it feel like 2 hats

Straight to the cut, I'm straight to the point
I walk on this beat, you know how we rockin' out (On God)
I count cash and I spit facts
That's how we

here
N these lines come as easy as 2 stepping
Now heres a new lesson i could put it in 2 sessions
Flow so retarded
You couldnt count this much bars off

that I'm on the rise you haters can't be around now

Don't hit my phone we ain't coolin', no time to fake it
I was sittin' in them cell by my lonesome

matter cry bout looting of buildings 
When they looted our lives ain't even count as civilians
Protect the pets by any means give a damn bout us living
I

happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door

tears for our lost ones
Pass my talents like I'm obi-wan
Niggas prolly owe me one
Relaxing in the sun
I'm too old to play with toy guns
Niggas is my sons

Cause I'm used to plates rated by Zagat
Smoking Kiefer Sutherland
Fuck the government, cop Asian rubs and shit
Paid like a hundred, I'm consistently

I count my blessings
E go be like say
I dey brag o!
Understand
the word of God
You no go ever lack o!
Why you dey fear
When you've got the advantage

a dream Martin Luther King tho
Young nigge neighbor hood hero
Gotta get to the money you hear tho
Hustle hard can’t relax
Pray e’day like it’s my last
God

ready to slide don't mount up
I count bucks at the top is where they found us
So tell mew who's hot who's not
Would you stay by my side no matter what I

Whoa it's D.R.E. I got
The Best Of Me whoa
Yeah when the beat on I
Go hard got the song covered
Like a coastguard this my dream
Nigga it's my destiny

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that crooked life right to the side
Gotta live better if I wanna get by
Tryna give my family a better life
Tryna live nice with a couple kids and a wife