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We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association

morgues to mourn you
Or raise four arms like Popeye an Gore do
Stop by an pour liquor to the soil
Cuz shots will fly leave lives short an spoiled
This crime

at the end of some rain 
And folks won’t always show you love though you give em the same 
I live by some advice from thorough niggas only 
Other day one nigga

the gun
For all the fathers, sisters, mothers and every son
I got 'em all and yet
The lonely times keep getting lonelier
The lies I tell myself keep getting

the off switch,
Tell em be cautious,
I ain’t takin no losses,
Y’all niggas done lost it,
Bird’s eye from the office,
They see me on top of my shit and I see

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

could
Tell by the slang that I talk son
I’m straight from New York
Hell’s Kitchen, MP to be exact
Can only keep it real so I
Don’t know how to act
Yo my

of the King
Yeah here to live in His dream
Be living every single day of my life as I breath
Yeah I don't got no breaks I'm on fire
By the Holy Ghost
And we

fruit passion
Uncertified lover boy, under rapped and underemployed
Kept under raps by the powers that be, like, what a joy (Oh my God!)
Yet I am so

I said the love, it don't live here, it's crippled in a wheelchair
Mic check, one two
I said the love, it don't live here, it's crippled in

You live you ain't the hero
You die you ain't the villain
Maybe that's why Swipey ain't live
To see a million
You the artist now I gotta paint
How

strugglin to get by
But still post a phantom pic
That's why give back to the kids
You don't kno if they hurting son
You don't know when ya the time comes
You

living in a war zone
I feel like I can represent my generation so much because I honestly did not care Whether if I live or die
But now I cannot die
I

life there's no need (no way)
Poverty far from me
So is depression and disease
You wanna live this life like me
Come to Christ you'll be made free
Come

of the cattle on a thousand hills
But now it seems you've forgotten me
That ain't true but it hurts, see

I know my place
I'm your son, see in Christ I'm your

profitable for you?

You are the pettiest person that my eyes have ever seen

You get inspired by words, steal them quickly

Let's get a rap from you,

The hardest part of today was when the man asked me what color casket I wanted to put my 13-year-old son in

I Want The glistening skin and a jawline

you ever get one of a full head of wisdom
Then the game is in you
It's alright (hmmmm)
Guess what? I was asked by me called God.

Verse 1.
It's amazing

in the eyes of my wife and my son and it desist

How many times you look in the mirror and stare at yaself, what do you see
How many thoughts do you

take me out my element cause this a business
Live up to my fucking name, Brian Ewing son a menace
This ain't even fucking rapping, cause I really fucking

you kill us, I fear for you
But I'll never be your eyes and ears for you
From a city where not enough hope lives
When the guns come out
That's more kids

the old school
88 fade
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town

on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One

from a distanced grew when paths make amends
I offer my lens you see it through my eyes its
Hard to tell you I don't love you when you by my side things