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Now I'm fresh out the box and got rich as fuck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
Might fuck around and go buy the Bentley

to family or otherwise
Butterfly nerves in my stomach
So hard to summarise

Emotion a page
And going through phases
Mostly a maze that ends abruptly
Knowing

was a judo key
Still gyal seh I'm cinnamon churros sweet
But she don't know me
She don't know about my family tree
Might see me with a couple OGs

logical daddy got carried away,
Not married away, just didn?t stay
Coward carried his son to this fate,
His boys carrying weight in a wooden box
cant stand

friends.
Who saw me stash my shit, you buggin me again.
We supposed to be kin. But your family hurt you too.
That dust and that gin got me thinkin a dirt'll

This is the first song I've made in months,
In a box bedroom beside a death in a book.
I just told me Ma the treatments not working,
And she

french kiss your naval 
Got the joint I wanna put a lock on, box I wanna knock on 
Give me a finger one time, I'll put a rock on 
I used to dick many, I

wanna put a lock on, box I wanna knock on  
 I used to dick many, I stick plenty  
 Now I sit back, relax, cool out  
 And meditate on a life I never

the time

You can bear a cross
you can tick a box
it's just a square
with your knuckles grazed
it's the way you raise your families here

A slicker for

corguettes,
Family dinners- brand new porch sets.

We gotta crew that run deep, street hustlers to band geeks, architects to police, no need for no beef, We got

to be a soldier
Fought to keep this nation free
I used to be a father
I raised a family
I used to be a surgeon
Healed people with my hands
I used to be

rappers fag-fight
We don't battle
I have your family crawling out the bagpipes
And the preachers preach
Pine box and the fucking
Facial features fixed

Yo, if I was M Huncho, I'd be fuckin' bitches with my mask on
I'd be walkin' past my tings with my family 
They wouldn't even know that's me

dich kalt, frier' dich ein (Brrr)
Und du landest in der Box, null Grad Fahrenheit
Zeig' dir Messer in Dior, Jordan Eins
Sie fall'n mir um den Hals wie

it's a hobby
I never learned how to copy
Being yourself isn't all that you thought
Niggas gon' still put yo' ass in a box
What the fuck rap? They

don’t want to meet Joe Black
I’m not ready yet
Long black box with roses and poinsettias

Yo, yeah
Hit the stage with radicalised battle cries

what them say (hahaha)
(Still bree-) Still breezing through on Moston Lane
Rollie cost a box of 'caine, me and you are not the same
Yeah, need that

christmas everyday
Navidad, navidad
Ooo it should be christmas everyday
When you're looking through the windows
You see familys in harmony


But it is sad

guys might kill him I’m conflicted by religion
I’m no tough guy but tough guys love a nigga
They might untuck and pop for a box of liquor
They

Yo, I don't wanna hear no chat 'bout bro
Manna not family, man are not show
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
So best mind what you say 'pon tracks

Die By The Gun

Bugzy Malone

B. Inspired

2018

to having a big reputation
Violated by his own family
He's got no problem with violation
Using a weapon brings fear
And fear just means you don't need

Nigga, this shit been hard (Yeah)
Body ya whole family
Like Chris Benoit
Leave ya pen scarred
Spit rim bars, ghetto memoirs
Bag ya bitch right

Preach

Donae'o

Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament

girl's preaching she ain't a hoe, we know better
Hoe's, calling other hoe's hoe, hoe, you're no better
Dat boy said he could get me a box of cheese
He

Piru Love

Crips, Bloods

Gangsta Lean

2013

Pirus.
L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena.
Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family.
The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone,
Circle