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the Freddie O family bankrolled your casino
Because the Molinari family on the coast guaranteed his secret
Now we're talkin' business
Let's talk business

Yeah,

takes her side
"Your children, they make me sick
The eldest, yeah he's a prick
And I haven't cleaned shit
And the dogs got sick
And it's all on you

With his pants down
Same way since birth
A snitch, A son of a bitch
Yeah, that's word around town He can't see it
But hear it all over his body
It feel

my youngins fall in
Ain't gotta ask where you from, I can tell by his hat
Niggas finna wiggle through his blocks, send shots to his cap

Niggas say you

All these niggas my sons they my kids
All my niggas they real like Madrid
Feel like living my life on the edge
I don't listen to whatever you said
I'm

sing

I just can’t watch today
I can only pray
All you mothers, pray for your sons
It’s in their hands we’ve planted our guns
Pray for the end to this

at your love feasts 
eating with you without the slightest qualm
they are experts in greed
an accursed brood 

They are springs without water 
and mists

See I been out niggas way tryna see what niggas own
And if you play with my son, stand over you like a drone
Never care who laugh, see I ain't tryna

sippin' it bad Reminiscing bout the past
Too many emotions, I hate to brag For your son, these racks, coming back for sure
Fans screamin' my name

Patience lyrics by Hi-Lite Real

Verse 1:

Josie woke up early morning staring out her window seal 
awaiting for a daily word spirit feeding perfect

of an era of hate
Dreams don't exist in this world
There's only nightmare

Walk next to me my son
This is the place where we lived
But now close your eyes

you called them out, your seeking us out and calling me now

CHORUS
Reconcile me father, forgive what Ive done
Placing all my hope and trust

insecurities
A home away from home
In darkness there I'll dwell
Close to no one
Alone in my own cell

A Hangman's noose
Finespun
I've Never been
The favored son

the earth you see
Tell my son about all the birds and bees
Murking beats, stir the pot, working the
Free time, all the time, like I'm on a speed shot
See not

Put 120 On Horses Kirky Put 120 On TottenhamBergwin Didn’t even Shoot On Target But Harry kane and son didgamble your life on the front line bine by

Defined by cruel intentions, who'd have guessed it but
They fester deep within, I paid my dues but shit I'm still condemned
You know I knew that you were

And I could see through the lies 
You let your time fly by 
Fuck n****s all in disguise 
Trying to come between me & mine 
You could never block my shine

this void, 

fuels the tanks, on the ship

THAT WILL BRING the war 


The Perpetual Powder Keg

When the loathsome light of her son

scathes the surface

them all your applause.” 

My new wife… I hit the jackpot this time. I never thought I’d feel such a pure love. I love our son. Soon we’ll welcome

prolly get sent to a ton of prisons
The sun'll set upon my life by time my sons' arisen
And I'm okay with that, the world upon my achin' back
If time is

arms locked with a suave buccaneer

Jack's breaking heart could be heard 'cross the south
All the way down to Atlanta
Fueled by a rage he struck them

or any whatsoever
First time fans like stand behind your promises
The problem is he only positive in better weather
First time listeners tell their son

am I on trial
Why ask the question
You know you won't like the reply
Look I'm trying it ain't my fault everybody keeps dying
I should be used to it by

I will be there
Falling too deep
But I don't know what to do
When you're not by my side
I can't keep you close
Ribbons on my legs I've tied with