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Now, shipmates listen unto me
And I'll tell you with my song
Of the things that happen to me
When I came home from Hong Kong

It's away, you Santee

blame?
I'm tryna show my friends the truth
But they don't listen
'Cause they too caught up in the grace
They think I'm trippin'
But I guess it's more

Girl, listen!
Been months and I still fucking miss you. Love you
Hard to explain, but can’t forget you

I still remember that December
But you

you lie
Let The Lord be my rep
I keep swimming through the swamp
Like I'm black Michael Phelps
Been about the Constitution since the
Day I left from

Losses never got
The best of me
As long as
I believe in me
My brothers here
By side
Till the day we
Fly
He gonna make
It rain tonight
He is shining

want a father? Lord can't?
The naughty by nature
I take it to your fucking face if
You got a problem with us
I got stacks and Glocks for the hard rocks

Do you know my name
My name is DiDi, Didi Beni, i'm the best of the world
Listen to my flow, tchi tchi

I am more afraid of remaining alone
I have

c way to shape-part two

Everyone who was walking before me
One by one they melted just like wax
cnd I'm thinking how and how to save me
I closed my

is the tool Destitution is the hunger Stomachs be rumbling Patients thin pockets slim
Wolves lurking, got two Choices, it's me or them
Lord help me,

a "just ate ass" face, why y'all mad at him?/
The magnum, that you keep by your abdomen/
Better stay where it's at, I don't mind going back again/
Mind

Yes
Yes
Listen to this
You can't go wrong
Shawty looking like she wanna smile
You see a girl that frown
I see a lady profound
Holding on her own

120 up on the dash
To distracted by my work
To be focused up on the bad
Hop in my bag and you know i'm goin get it
I sent the text and she said that she

remember praying to the Lord for a message
Pops on the line saying go see the reverend
Mamma steady texting need some food in the kitchen

Tryna flip a beat,

Struggle balanced by big dreams
Even the minds of psychedelic hustlers
Explode with grand schemes
My homey Illion says
On the top of some buildings
You can

like Nate Dawg
If i Don't listen to some Pac by the end of the day, Imma hate yall
Cowards praying on your downfall
Cuz thats just what cowards do
Don't

through, no cap I start bucking
Taylore will shoot in Mark Suits by the dozens
Fly in ya room like a gnat, why you buggin'
My book of doom will loop all

For me salvation is a bottle of jack
Motor skills fucked put my brain in the back
I can't fix this dimension Lord give me a tab
Wait 40 minutes put

listen
Now we livin' aight (But what)
But it's still something missing (What's That?)
Waking up everyday (Hmm)
Thanking God for another one
Feel like

By James A. White

The good that I want to
Is never what I do
The mind is willing
But the flesh is weak
The bad that I’m hating
The lion there waiting

rough
Life became tough
Man can't get enough
Abused by her betters
Her name becomes gold digger
Nuff a dem no realize
She s a homeseeker
Knowing nothing

the judge, got the lawyers and the lord is my witness

What did you discover at the crime scene
It was like artwork, the way he sliced it, incision by incision

After few minutes,
Please come my humble lord
I can understand your poverty.
See I have lot of gold and diamonds impound with me
take whatever is

beef war between drug lords for keeps
Death stinks rotten flesh decaying on bones
The microphones prone to get ripped
I flow with a gift, tormented by

pieces saying life is a puzzle 
Seen my people sitting by the television station 
Waiting on the lottery numbers to save them from hustling 
Gunshots