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like me, I'm just, I move too cray
In some different drip, you basics probably call weird, yeah
Smokin' so much weed, my mouth is all stiff, yeah
She

Up to my knees in blessings m***********g tube socks

I'm a winner
Eat the beat time for dinner
White boy rapping R.I.P. to Mac Miller
Ain't a quitter

Heaven

Warrant

Greatest and Latest

1999

Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I

spitamat coming for hours
The Charles Bronson conscience hold up
I know you ain't still talking that nonsense

NY is full of beef now
Africa don't have

that
Gucci leather
Life so heavy
When I’m with you
I’m lightheaded like a feather
Let me tell you goes on with my brain
I’m dashin away
The streets in

The chair in my room is facing the wall
I can't make it turn the other way
But I can move my head much better now
So I know what I'll see when I

by your acts
Oh Lord, I wish I could run
But the chains in my brain won't let me move on
From everything in my life that I did wrong
And now it's

on a party vibe
Is this the right way, yo I can't decide
Yea it might be left, yea it might be right
Is he my bro or a snidy guy
Yeah I moved to the ends in

to understand my side of it
You bite and the slightest mention
The tension is ten times the fight between the Reds and the Whites
Let me describe and emphasise

The Rockefeller Druglaw Blues

The Felice Brothers

Roll With It: 16 Songs About Drinking, Dope and Disorderly Conduct

2008

Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain
My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me in

I tried to keep my job at the dollar store
Found out my

in the night
When the streets are cold
My blood runs hot in the night

Everybody's workin' in the light of the day
I know what I like
Is living in

white tee
Got trees from Mike V that be unsightly
Sometimes life's a drag
Sometimes it's a bong rip
I'ma live now put my money where my songs is
I'm still

fuckin'
All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em they don't want nothin'
I smack, shoot, or snuff 'em
They don't respect my name
Violence my go to move, I

for your hollering
Better move outta my way you cannot handle the bludgeoning
White mask on the face I'm looking like Micheal Myers up in Halloween

Waking up is such a strain again, I know, I hear you
And incoherent thoughts replaced by stale monotony
Drift away from this world
No white dove,

American teens
Until the day that we die
Sippin' shots by the freeway smokin'
Takin pictures that are out of focus
I'm making noise just to pray you notice

there are shadows, there is light
Well, the heaviness falls like the snow in night
Waking up to the quiet and blinding white
Can't this be enough?

it, gotta bring attention to a subject that might sway the verdict
This is to the industry, I'm sick of y'all recycled verses, half of y'all have never

Rappers are for entree
Cook these rappers gourmet
Mother fucking flambé but this shit's way too salty
Yeah
Word is bond, that's my word
You know I am on it

You ain't good girl, we all sin
Fuck all that lovey dovey shit
Put your ass up, we're grown
No excuses alone
Influence by my own and a couple bitches

Bewildered by the fear
All senses are alert, waiting for a sign
This is wrong but feels so right
Hyperawareness, sharp, vigilant
Every muscle on guard,

It's better than a job shit I was barley getting by 

My team is on the rise 

We leave it to the sky and the clouds 

Doing rounds keep our names fresh

fit like Lance Archer
Kick you out my ring, this is Sparta

Rock the white cocaine bear, jacket it if I be hawking
Cousins still outside with the AR

of failures come from people
Who have a habit of making excuses
I'm to thin I'm to fat
Can't do this can't do that
I'm too white, I am too black
I've gone too