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all the time
No matter what I’m doin
Girl you stay on my mind
Let me paint a situation
Picture me and you laying in the bed naked, I’m sayin
Pretty

manifesto this is
Blatant innuendo, I like
I like sex
I like drugs
Grab you by the asshole
I like guns
Rape a fucking village cuz they not like us
Got three

eyes
You see me
I see you
Where was you
All my life
They say when u in prison
Forget that phone
You buy that knife
23 and 1
6 by 8
Fighting for your life

applaud, and he preaches on

When you're stuck in a prison
Dead-ended by your good intentions
You got in deep and you need a key
I heard of one that could

guards love me
I can tell im by the way they frisk me
That they know im pretty
Live every day like it is sunny
And I share my epiphanies
Get it sunny

are the
Proof
Tell a tree by the
Fruit
Ahhh
Yes
Holy Spirit move move
Please
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you
Freedom
I can feel

Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I

boots hard holding
Ankles give way
Weight of thoughts I'm knowing
Left us in the dark hard growing
The garden looking crazy no mowing
Got bit by a snake

talking smack, cause momma won't drag the kid to prison no more
Bitches in my face and yeah I wanna love them that's for sure
But they been asking for

Prisons, the dirty cops,
The laws that they breaking and 
The racism now they pretend
That they don't know
Mmmmm I suppose the Lord knows though
She been

through the motions
Never had a real one to trust
I was just filled by the lust
And it hurt cuz I couldn't tell you how I feel
And mom was the only one I

and fame pretty please believe me
I been redeemed now I'm back in the game watch them haters debate it
I keep it un-cut like drug cartel unregulated no

a couple of schools and I ain’t know my dad went to prison 
I got suspended and took me a walk round the block and they labeled a nigga as missing
But I’m

Dropped Some Cartiers But I Dropped A Shooter
Pretty Boy Turned Goon Now That Boy A Shooter
Home Schooled By My Peeps, Streets Was My Tutor
You Ain’t Met

Written by : Cecilio Joseph 

R.i.p the woo 
Pop smoke , Brooklyn 
Niggas know the vibes wit us 
We ain’t never been them type of niggas to play wit

visions
Most of them are so illegal I'll be
Fiddled by a man in prison
Still less awkward than when parents visit
All you should be hearing is like fucking

And steadily schemin', barely sleepin'
But dreamin' of pretty bitches and beamers
But when he awake, he sees his fate
And his reality, to do whatever it takes

clothes
Undulate and impose their own
Sense of doom
Plume like a mallard
Looking pretty haggard
If you ask me
Losing all my soul
In all of that hot steam

I thought I was already at
The bottom of the bottle
But I never stopped sinking
Then I got washed up in a lost city
It's not pretty,  but I got

here to cleanse cause
You dropped the soap
You fucking prison bitch

I rarely hear "You sound like another artist"
Prolly cause the only one I
Sound like

that car wreck
The homie patty cake shot himself with a 38
Drunk sitting by himself too much time to contemplate
Talking to him on the phone he cutting

this music I should've been a clown,
My mental prison is fucking with me and it's killing my soul,
cnd I don't know why myself wont bail myself out

my heart

There's only one way out of prison
Which is to set your jailer free
But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words
That stand between

Drip and DPM making hits on hits wearing Robinson fits
Been a long time missing bro bro now, sneaky petty I dont make no sound
Bar on bar song a prison