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hatin' on me, I hate myself
They say you are who you're around, I just stay by myself
Real G's, move in silence, sippin' champagne
Pre-rolled joint, got me

I been spacing un-attendee, 
Great fog had me feeling, off what you give'n.
I can't think about no D-league. 
Take shots off the ceiling, top got you

Is that her?
Damn she's hot, holy shit
I don't think I can walk out there by myself
Alright you and I we'll walk out
Sounds good man, want to bring

Tim Horton's
Before my face card was hot
I had been scorching steak fiend
This the third time this week I hit Morton's
Whip roaring, hopping out 'Iagas

Dear lord I had some questions and you answered’em 
Thinking back in time, my demons, couldn’t dance wit’em 
I took a glance down different paths

'm off of my game damn 
Where did my whole life go 
I tried a way I died to make my own life work 
Oh by the way 
Tired the way 
Boutta say 
I don't play

run by a busy body
Who make time to plan out a damn pity party
That's a lot work for one guest
But I couldn't care less, I still won't invite anybody

[spoken]:
Look, If you had
One Scar, One opportunity.
This is everything you ever wanted (To kill Voldemort! HA!)

[rap]:
His scar is hurting,

your back
Try to run your mouth again
But you're the one who's gon' relapse
Got a blank face coupled with lust
I been feeling so tired of the days I lost

Settle in sit if you from my way
If not I can show you around
Built it from the ground
Not much but it's ours
Not much but we building
God's grace

out the flame
But people standing together, sparks the hope that we need
Living in this empty place, run by carelessness and greed
Answers ain't

neighborhood
I want the fucking planet
The truth that I be speaking on
You wouldn't understand it
And we's about to get it poppin' like we on some Xanax
I had

moves ahead
Sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just
Tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn
Paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this

of shame
And they said that your pain isn't really there
Still waiting for your ride
And no one sees your insides
Hardens on the table
That no one really

Toolz of the Trade

Smif-N-Wessun

Reloaded

black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,

the chain
Bitch you ain't wit us
Im feelin like chief keef my jeans 300
Diamonds in the nose piece
I got the seas flooded
We had the city on our back
The last

self on the internet
I stay to myself, do my dirt by
Myself niggas bragging about murder, I'm good with that
Got thirty in my clip, but I only need one

reputation
Some cats, ain't even worth the conversation
All of this misrepresentation
Finna get put to a end
Y'all had y'all run for the time gone
It just got

heading to me, rubber bands run to the max
In fact, I am the illest and the realist
You're welcome to be a witness
Cause I'm getting the job finished while

that you can never see
Mads wants me to meet Jeremy and I feel conflicted
Weird that those seeking closeness make me run for distance
I'm not well

better
Before Freddy Krueger I had that sweater 
Brand new J's, not Margiela 
Phew phew phew
Look like a sharpshooter 
All these sticks in here, none

Boss shit grab a lil nigga by the collar
It just words on the screen 
I probably shouldnt bother
Until you say it from ya chest
Like you really mean

me watch when I be on tv
She hit my phone I'm like oh now need me
I'm a drug by the she be fiending
I just hit up my plug it's that time of the month

Falcon and the Snowman

Andre Nickatina

Conversation with a Devil [CD & DVD]

2003

I infect the whole set and collect the cash
And I'm gon' run game but respect the past
Got long range aint trippin its flippin' into small change