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make you feel sum
Said to let you go
And that's the moment I ain't feel ya
Drowned tryna save the sinking ship
Now that shit real love
yeah
And I think

I have these vivid dreams of what rap is supposed to be like/
So far I've seen many things no wonder chief keef doesn't like/
So fuck it, ima make my

take it to another level
I could buy you fancy things, like chanel, gucci and hella bezels
Say that I'm your king but you treat me like a fucking pebble

it too perfect that you land at my feet?

Conversation's going fine, but seems a bit forced
Sure i'll get the hang of it, just par for the course
Paid

that, see a man and not a wildebeest
Just don't know who's feeling me, Friends turned into enemies
How I put you on it, you still filled with thoughts

that everybody found difficult to tame
In the cut like a clipper, so everybody gets fade
Ayo F.A.D.E, I'm known to raid, but niggas call me doom
Lemme

to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought

falling sheet music
'Bout games that we played when we was cheat code using
I get mad hype when I hear that call out, this is my jam, so I'll deal with

and left her body to rot.
maybe I am just sick minded,
by the way I lost my dick.. can you help me  find it?
oh wait there it is, it snapped off in that 3

to internet beef, that's how you catch RP's to your teeth (Grrah)

Pull up in a Sprinter, my money and me (Uh)

She hop on my dick just like a bunny to me

women poor, or how they did a great crime,
How they got a main thing, but somethin' on the side,
How you doin' drugs in the room with life goin' by

feeling like a zombie
Drop a deuce in my Sprite-colored Wocky
(yeah, yeah, skrrt)
Father told me that I'll never go far
(Go far)
Didn't listen, I was

eighteen tryna buy me a crib
You wanna talk on my name but you've never been lit

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky
Ain't no deals in

Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished

the 10 of us
I'll be the one you run it by
Yeah...
They don't know nun bout me
I be from P.G. County
We get too damn rowdy
I hop up inside my Audi
Heard

Yeah
She's like "how you- how you like it?"
I said "I like it like butter"

Suck my dick and tell me I'm beautiful
How I wake up in the jaws been

half as ill
That's why I'm packin' steel, lookin' for a cap to peel
They tell me “Boy you actin' crazy”
One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze

niggas wanna be on my dick
But you was just doubting me
I came from the mud, that's why everyday
I live with anxiety
If you talk on the gang, get hit in

I gotta buy back
I was only 9 when my dreams were being hijacked

Do what you want, you can never stop me
You been acting wild like Depp, Johnny
Lying

young Just a teenager, that's what the news say
I tend to fall deep in my thoughts, sippin' this dusse

Play, wit emotions won't mean, shit until yo heart

The L.A. Song

People Under the Stairs

The Om Years

2008

to Oceanside ya dig
But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One
All you MC's say L.A. when you on stage
And when you do spit that hot verse
We

gang life, I'm sending out hits
Rocking orange and blue shit like I play for the Knicks
If you dare try to run up, I'll turn you into bits
I told that

I'm finna get these niggas 
That's jockin my rap style off of my dick

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm insane, so I strain my brain in a flame
Bad dreams

I'm giving them my time
F**k it, I'm bout to quit tommorow
Feel like I'm hiding from dreams with a mask like that ni**a Zorro
And this for my ni**as