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Drink me up like cappuccino
In Miami like Dan Marino
Niggas my sons they all my hijo's
Nigga you a lame we already know he knows
Thinking it's a game my

every time I fucking breathe
Son, say less. Who's living to die without a paycheck?
Not I, catch the red eye flight in cold fronts
Killer Bee with no

moves, kid, you really did me proud
Now lean up on that pen, shit is different for us now
We got issues in this bitch that we just need to figure out
Keep

Just a boy only looking for love
But he got lost on the way
Everyone's always getting caught up in the
Next best thing and the play-by-play

But then

fail so it's harder to succeed
Pray to God he got our back, he told me son by any means
But keep your focus, don't be hopeless always notice someone's

it's on it's on fasho
Cuz everything we seem to know is come and go
But you never know
It could all change in the blink of your third eye
So fuck what

themselves

We can fly too close to the sun like icarus
Or can stoop so low it's ridiculous
Either way, we just get by 
We have some fun to keep a gleam in our

gotta be stuck in the cycle this some foolery
Just open up your eyes i hope it's soon and that's for you and me
I'm on the west coast
Imma live the high

Playing this from Ad

Back in the
Golden Leaf Cinder Canyon
Nigga with the cannon
Smile as I begin to fucking
Jam and tryna shoot at him
But he keeps

wasted from the outta state trip 
We knew how to stay lit 
Get praised when we get laid by the same chick 
My eyes were still in amazement
The good old

eye closed
I will smith, call me deadshot
I'm 96 but I keep it plus fo
This industry Game of Thrones
I was born in Westeros
And I kept it cutthroat
Way

different uh aye
I had stayed up on my pivot so we all get paid
I was thugging in these streets jus by myself wit no cape
Bitch you bet not tell the cops you

Paint the sky with the color of hope
Paint the sky with O.G. smoke
Look in my eyes you can tell that I'm woke
I believe in my God and my goals
I

start
To take the cold look

Hypothetically if I pass too
Don't come through my funeral
Tears in your eyes thats bulll
If I had one last feeling it be

cuz my Mission
Is to spit lyrics too intense for you to hear
Anything but what my lips slip in your ear
Hey
Here's what you need
Another word from me

to the moonlight
A slave to the moonlight
A slave to the moonlight
Got darkened eyes that compromise
All your son's and daughter's lives
Wanna run and hide but

the bungalow jungle-oh jacking it
Packing a mother’s reaction to her son
Don’t hesitate, go after it at once
Make the most of your path before the aftermath
It

what i be, see what i see
Crossing my eyes and dotting your tees
I picked up the pen, let's do this again
Who are my friends? All you do is pretend
Time

and fright so deep it kills me inside
Cuz I don't know which way is right
And I get scared
So I yell calling your name
But I end up wasting my breath in vain

of the most highs
I'm straight
You can go ahead and keep your millions
Yeah what you think
No I ain't worship what you boast
I had to work all on myself
Yeah I

type  fight with your eyes closed.   Blind hoe
Stand on ten  in Harlem   Shake your ass down  to nine toes.
Burn it down  so fast.    Think im a rasta

I just can't see myself in your eyes

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I need a shot, cause in the booth it's getting hot
I'm melting mics and bending strings, bitch

your son
Give me wisdom
Take my pride
Please Build me up
You know I need it
Heal my soul please God I'm pleading
Cheer me up
This world is cold my heart

wack spitters became dinner 
I swear to your god, in a weed jar
I had a ball, 
before fun and games were chalked up to 
to gaining capital
free thinking,