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it in
Yeah I'm just like 50 cent hated on by many men 
Henny got me fucked up and nothings making any sense
But I'm still standin nigga guess that i

If I pass my turn
Someone might just
Come and take you
If we work our words
Maybe it's more
Than we make it?

Why did I forget to ask your name
I was

moscato while your click sharing a bottle
We Fuk'n bad models 
Live and die by the motto (Unn)

That Straight Up
That Straight Up
That Straight Up
That

my veins are
All in flow

I was sitting on the side
Looking down at that train Tracks
Knowing for a fact
That I can never seem to go back
To the simple

dead men will never know
I murder every track mistake the label for Death Row
Names on my list I'm killin' niggas like Death Note
Yeah
Every brawd wanna

obtaining
Putting movement in the patterns
To shatter the sound we patent
And wonder what really happen
When stepping upon the madness
Delivered by these men

bring him back
Put him to work
I was like
Naw he too far gone 
Fuck that
He made a bad track record
With me 
So I couldn't trust him
Now he dead and gone

it seems?
Hot & Cold as ice
Solid gold
I spot it
Roll the dice
Passion from other islands
& I see your work
I see you smiling
So 1's & 0's
I can be

To see temptation at my door

Uh, skinny jeans and dainty chains
Flowy shirts, I'm throwin' merch from off the stage
So I guess I know what works, and it's

disposable
In no uncertain terms
I am who is taking the long way
Who was followed by men
I am the keys and the fist
For they will follow again
I am mold, rot,

Timing is everything, spend it like currency
Save what you can what you give you ain't getting back
Count up my paper stack, suit up like men in black

design, in my own clothing line 
By the name of Birdgang feeling free as a bird mane 
One hundred percent, fifty-fifty, dry-fit, ringspun, tri-blend
Aw Naw

aint have to hit the mall to keep my soul polished
Truth be told I feel Abandoned
Hard for me to comprehend how niggas be such flawed men
I'm often too

Timing is everything, spend it like currency
Save what you can what you give you ain't getting back
Count up my paper stack, suit up like men in black

to lose so much to learn so many things to learn than just words
I feed off the hurt but relay it right back to these tracks when I work I feed off

through
Got my bruddas it don't matter what we been through
Isolate myself won't talk unless it's on the phone huh
Did it once by force
But this time it's

track I touch
You know I smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
When the fire burns you know you choke
I carry my sins with an iron rope
I'm feelin' work where there

Backtrack to ‘98, doing shows out of state, 
At home, moving weight, Land Rover in the safe,
Andover to the Cape, JP Licks to Packy’s,
Eastern Mass track

Ordinary Weekend

John Wesley Harding

Why We Fight

1992

some guy sitting there
He bought me drinks all afternoon until I didn't care
He said was I in need of work, some money could be found
I said "is it

the speakers and PAs
Was a beautiful, hilarious, tragic mess
That sent tears streaming down my face
Grabbed me by the lapels, stood me up
And put a 4-track

Party Over Here

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got

We Can't Make it Here

James McMurtry

Childish Things

2005

There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing

in trouble didn't tell my dad 
Haha, that's love if you ask me
So I gotta run tracks like an athlete now I'm in the front used to ride in the backseat

limbs
Your drunk you can’t handle your drink
A lot of men put their lives on the line
Only God knows what these gamblers think
Sometimes I’m surprised I’m