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Fiends at the door
They all want more, yeah, yeah
And I got the cure na nana nana, yeah, yeah
And all of the things I've seen
And all of my friends

you blocking my path dude
By now I've gotten to know all your names, that's Kristen and Matthew

And shout out cyclists, I mean keep doing your thang

I started the race I've got to finish
Reality and dreams are hard to distinguish
Setting my records as high as the Guinness
The music that I make is

Yeah, yeah, my heart is racing, I got a lot of patience
My pulse is pacing 'cause I found some warm embracing
I can't explain it, she had me going

I been stressing the road
It's hard to trust in the process
When you're feeling alone 
You're surrounded by gossip
Everybody turn cold
When they turn

the type, to be polite
But damn I love you so, I might
What's the plan, can you picture a life?
With your man, gives you bands but he don't give you time
Goes

How you claim you gettin' money
When you ain't get no money
Ya still bad down broke
I see smokin' but it's fronted
I heard the old man was po'
Do he

You mutha fuckas ready for a dope ass song?
Oh!
Ooooh!
I don’t care what you say about me
Cuz at least I’ve got my dignity and my identity
And I

till you get squeamish
I squeeze this creativity out the brain I've gain from the cells attained the Smith and Haynes
And obtained the knowledge to spit

It's a lot of things at once
Get it all off my mind little by little
Slowly but surely
That's right
Long run
Gotta get these thoughts out 'fore

at the light  
Hardest thing to keep is trust that lil money shit is light 
But we still gotta get rich these lil niggas just wanna be lit 
I've been hunted by

of mine
Habits in the past I had to leave behind
Sacrifices, I got a decent size
Look at me now with the life I chose
Chin up, mind wide. Man, it's more

jhi stressful
That shit jhi problematic I did not have to waste my time like that
You need to work on your mental, bitch, real life
I've been dealing

Yeah
My future found me last night, then stopped by to paint a picture
Sunny skies and rose pedals showing me how to make a difference
Couldn't

got a job I thank God cause
I'm better off than some of my brothers who be chilling by the corner spots
But I, had to put some checks on myself
I took

Fold
What's wrong with me? I don't understand
Voices in my head telling me that I want you here
But I can't do something, since I've been controlled by

think I ain't shit
So I'm stuck when I sit
In the ground where I dig
Got my feet in a ditch
Am I man or a kid
I hold onto comfort like it's all I got

Outdated fashion
I've been on this kick for a minute
Once a passenger now
I pilot the mother ship
I ain't got time for that other shit
How many times must I

down on the dance floor
She be acting shy but no man hold her hand though

Got me flying of the handle
Her heart skip a beat when we lit like a candle

This that 2Pac and that Guwop 
Got a new glock and my arm watch on non stop
I don't stop and I can't sleep 
No bo peep 
I O.D. and go O.T. for them

writing dear john letters to a mirror and i fear  i've severed all clear tracks for trains of thought outta here save me god i can hear the tip-toeing walk

I've got a brother and sister,mama raised us all alone
How do I tell her that you pregnant right over the phone
She's gonna ask if I'm crazy, it'll break

For which the kingdom is hidden
My verses intimidate
Like the rollercoasters I've ridden
Like a mixtape
This is the intro
Only just the beginning
Of any

I've learned English from the text written on bucks and pounds,
From the songs by "t.A.t.U.", from their CD-covers, from the pay channels I watched