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Growing Pains Iii

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

talking with my sister it begun
End of the month, that's the worst of the month
But the first of the month put the weed in the blunt
That welfare check,

Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is

Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your

you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison

I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me

Come on home
There's a hole the size of ancient Rome
Come on back
You're giving me a heart attack

We are young, running through the fields

season"

Rally around a family with a
Pocket full of shells
Got a pocket full of stories that
Might land me in jail
And if you feel it turn me up
And let me

thought I'd
Turn his wig to spaghetti
Literally nigga, I'm a lyrical vet
With stripes on my sleeve
Purple hearts on my chest pharaohs!

Back in the lab

now
Shit get stuck
When they say it's up
Know it's going down
Blind sided your own man
Will set the screen
You better move around
Welfare Obama health

"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"

It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River

Lately

Freddie Gibbs

Shadow of a Doubt

2015

Kane, Freddie Corleone nigga
'Bout to turn into some porno shit
Camera rolling, nigga drink on that
Got the drugs if your bitch want that
I know you hoes

told him in jail and I said I'll be back
He said when you back can
You get me from school
Shit like that there turn boy to a goon
On to the graveyard

Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Rollin' with Da Youngstaz Rotten

(No man) Hallelujah
(Cannot hinder me) Yes, Lord
(I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Run it back (I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus) 
Y'all

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First

The people want change, so don't think it's strange when you see
The people enraged from being enslaved so do-do we
Would eventually get up and swing back

it’s the same thing 
The same thing 
We are kings
Support your friends business
We are doing good
Spend your black dollars 
In your neighbourhood 
Shout

we mean it
Turn a instrumental on and start freestyling while we drinkin'
Drunk dialing old work just to tell her you been thinking
How y'all should've

Mi- chelles, like Obama, No runts
I'm with yo nigga, you know that we kicking it
Kickin' It, Disney XD, like a punt
But he playing games, yeah, that boy

Kane, Freddie Corleone nigga
'Bout to turn into some porno shit
Camera rolling, nigga drink on that
Got the drugs if your bitch want that
I know you hoes

gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for

the bistro

Bigger, better, fake it, never
Livin' with or without cheddar
Love my Harley, sexy, nerdy
Bitch, you heard me? You ain't worthy

Everybody

by the gram

Freddie, I'm a killer queen, you lather me in kerosene
I think I need a quarantine 'cause I'm a walking Halloween
I read it in

if you turn your back on me now
And walk out, I will never let you live it down
I'll never quit, do you still believe in me?

Man, I know sometimes

to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up the smoke
Put it in the air I don't care, if you rich if you on
Welfare