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up and go get a bag like an addict
I need my Bread and my Peace off the muscle
I'm a magician
I want it got
Add to my life
I did that by subtraction

ɔnoa
Ɔno sɛ mmusuo na ɛka n(o a)
Ɔsrɛ pɛ mercy
Ne a ɔse yentumi (yɛ) hwana
Grace, ɛyɛ Almighty Father
Go ask anuanom for Canaan
Kyerɛ ɔmo sɛ wɔnyɛ no one

of it
Because it’s the fall n shit
You run my credit up
I was just better single
But here’s another c note
She want that money, think I’m movie star like

far
To the shakedown artist I was about to become
I guess i couldn't get enough of that

I might never come back home
I got driven away by solitude
I

Ammachi by my side, holding me tight
In the hospital, she never leave my sight
Through the tough times, she's my guiding light

She's the reason I

a plate
No play for a nigga that loved you today
That soul get cold like feet on a stage
You rock that gold but you made that way
You hate my talk but you

spot like gimmie does
I make a big bang, in theory bro 
I shell my don, so see me blow
Even though I go different man get the hint that 
I get man trippy

popped beans, man
But I'm working like I'm 3 in, in the Stu im beat man
Really cooking up heat, man
In the room with a killer named Ace
Have you ever had

Sexy sounding guitar noise lol
I need to change up all my actions
I can't get away from distractions
I need a solid one
That's gonna stay stay by my

up
Let go of panic and sink like a rock
Teeth crunching bones now it’ pulling me down by my toes
Type of creature unknown as I plummet below
Deeper

Blinded by emotions I can't even see
Suck it with a passion i can barely breathe
Lost inside your body like a fantasy
Yeah
Blinded by emotions I can't even

to gwynn park
Bra not like that he don't got no heart
He kept movin loose and got shot in his crocs
Was in the picture but bra got cropped
Alot of yall

like you kin to me!
Act like yeen know me when ian have shit bitch i cant act like i missed you
Had that baby by yo self yeen call me in jail bitch ian

Too real, I can't be fake Yeah, you keep it too real, I Cant be fake
And I had to cut them off cause I'm like, fuck Snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape

I can't leave the crib without my Ruger
I can't leave the whip without my shooters
Blow that nigga head now he roofless
You look like a nigga name

the stacks
Huh
Ain't no more chicks like that
Ain't nobody seeing no more tricks like that
Fall in love but better still be falling for the slips
Ain't no way

Yeah - yeah - yeah - yeah
Ice on my wrist
Nine for the glick
I fuck yo bitch yeah yeah
I fuck with none of that
Except the rocks on my finger tats

Throwing these rocks ima look like the fool
Window was broken you not in the room
Know it's not good ima stick to the flame
Lighting it up like a nigga was

still got some work to do
I can't find the motivation
So I count the ceilings tune
Rock a by baby on your pedestal
Where the wind blows
Maybe we'll get

cake like Mr Kipling 

Remember got my first chicken that was finger licking (Yeah) 

Ian Goin mad know his Credit bad, wonder why I never tick him

Gave

We smoke it to the clutch
Like there ain't no re'ing up
Shonan life
If you know that it's what's up
The grind is just the same but on this
But down

Feeling like Akon
Cause I smacked that ‘onna ‘flo
Take her out to sushi
Cause that’s where she wanna go
Pull up to the house
She double back 'jus for

living like I've never die
And your girl think I'm here
To fly that's the middle
Finger to the other guy
Who is the other guy?
Man in the mirror
My only

without the signal light blinkin'
Sparks from the scrap plate
Bounce, rock, road, skate
Boney Bone Corleon and the Grimminal
That's how we marinate original