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Once there was a girl with those big red boots
She call me by my middle name
We rode our bikes under midnight sky
In a world where there is no pain

bitch and cry
If not they will throw ya to the side of the road

But never trust a Scorpio
If you're anything like me
A Gemini with twin personalities
But

and crocus-leaved romulea.
Some names, exotic or everyday, words outside experience
Were uncovered here, my sylvan education
Mere footsteps from the middle

reppin' the 2160
No one can touch us when we hit the road
I shut down the city with all of my bruddas, yeah
If you know the kid then you know the goal

I smoke
And my Stomach touched my back so I don't take that shit to go
Changing up them slow thangs
Sip lean while I smoke dank
Ain't worried about

Nobody knew my name, my first, last or middle
And if you asked me now I swear I don't remember
What's left of childhood is shattered in frames
I threw it

I could never share grace with y'all
Niggas keep losing pace
It's like road rage in the game now
Transponder full of names
Middle fingers out

while I curse your name.
I've got no shame, you're still the same.


Used to think I needed your love,
Wasted my days wanting what wasn't there.
Took

hate'll tear you down
Painting masterpieces at my parents house
No comparisons, we on our own roads
Used to share the sin, I'm on my own though
I got some

eyes
No remorse, no care, no shame
I knew his face but not his name

Bridge
I saw my parents by the road
Dad was holding mama close
I watched them drop

on the bullet
Got it glidin'
24s in the rear
The rims match her body
With the racks in the middle
Like my name is Roddy
Fuck it up, we get it back
I fuck her with

reppin'

On the road less traveled where I learned all my lesson 

Peace to the Gods 120 lessons

Gave me guidance when I was still findin’ myself

seen enough heat in the Middle East, guess not
Point that little heat at me, guess what
Flaco, pinche greñas
I go by many names
Couple years up catch

to the music cause im so Sick No patrick swayzie
I never surfed in my life but when im In the booth Yo the shit be so wavy
Unless your name is eminem , i ain’t

low like sweepers
With a sleeper, going at least a, hundred puffing reffa
Indo fills my lungs like stuffy noses, call The Reaper
Not Saddam my middle

to leave like Summer
She ain't Jayda Wayda
Say my name tryna fuck dat bitch
Boy a playa hata
Louis did kicks
09 it was Mauri Alligators
Green color Now

didn't mean to do no round arounds just fitness
It ain't personal
Just business
Came around just did this
Came around with my niggas
Round here no snitches

to gain presence
Spit a fake sentence fake thug name is Clarence
Put a real gansta entrance for those of seeking vengeance
Can you start to hear my

ain't kin to me
My name always solid, you can tell by the density
Yo, Marley, you made this

Yo
I gotta story, about money, women, and power
and who truly has it

Her name, seems to slip my mind
but her face is stuck in my brain
Can

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eyes of his momma
As she touched his name on that stone?
He fought for his country
And died for his country
Yeah I love my country

Let me tell you

Let me tell you bout a girlie who went by the name of Annabel
This ain't one that's for the weak so skip if you can't handle well
5'2 blonde hair

You'd find me in the middle if I picked a different life
Before my name started tripling in size
But I'm still showing signs all attributed to mine
In

But if my money don't multiply
I'm rolling by
With an open eye like "show me the money"
Coke and white, my rota's arrived
I'm a pain in the back like