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boy with a big God
My story Is the story of a blessed child
And that's why no matter
The weather forecast you know that I stay fly
It's all good
Count

and children did Churchill fire bomb you say?
As I said being right isn't good for me
I know there used to be a lot more trees and free energy
I know the dark

fate 
I’ll take the ride 
I will not let myself drown again to suicide 

Follow my life see where it’s gets me 
Don’t be consumed by the here and right

Hip-hop
Feel good hip-hop
True story hip-hop (When I'm sitting by myself I wonder)
Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Real life hip-hop (When I'm sitting by

will know-how
And when I'm dead royalties handed down
Aimin' to make mom and dad proud
Give 'em they credit raised a good child
I got this and that's

tough
93 gas
In the tank and the blunt
But I'm good on the pass
I get high off this life
This moment is nice
Her ass is fat
Out them jeans I had to smack

Freestyle Session

H.S.E.

Hustlaz Stackin' Endz

1999

Mexican, that's my partna from Hillwood
Everybody know that I be balling outta control, smoke so I can feel good
I got drank or I got a lot of money, I got

need the bad bitch with the accent
Ok, don't really need that
But It'd be nice if I had it
Cause the golden child never gon' grow up
If I blow up I

Everywhere I go
Don't one make a sound
Flipping a pound of good, goodbye
To my old life
Hey to crime
I'm like Jay in his heyday it's a sign
What could've been

name all good in the hood, right?  
Who was the one that got you closer to god? 
When times got hard, told you it would be alright
Who was the one that

for our friends and
Neighbors that we don't know
Cuz we don't need to know who you are to
Be a gentle savior, we just need to think why they might
Have

and I'm taking it back
I do it for fun and I won by a lap
Oh you were serious I gotta laugh ha
I've been a have and a have not
Living my life eating bologna

I miss my dawg you know sometimes inside my head I pray to him
I know they steady speakin' on me mama raised me to be him
I T Them up inside a verse

Beautiful Life

Trip Lee

The Good Life

2011

image and that baby is the same 
Give him life 

[Chorus]
 
Let it live 

Brother, I bet you were caught off guard by that seed in her stomach 
So

would wipe tears right off yo face
As I ensured you you was gold never second place

Never feeling good enough I done shared the view
Only the insecure's

a child
And I swear to god I'd trade in every show for her back
I
Can't explain why I'm so insane about you
You hurt me and I hurt you, Let's be doctors
Put

Gibeau in post-war France!

A hooker with a heart of black charcoal
I write poems to burn by firelight
Drink champagne and guzzle gin
Good girls call

can tell by my eyelids
I was born to the church life
Where we pray till the sun shines
Told momma watch her son rise
I'm gon pray to God
Like momma said

I learned the basics from my ace that I used to trade tapes with
And we was sittin' in class, watchin' the clock tickin'
And waitin' 'til we can be

thought i'd change to be so shady and angry
It's not the way that they raised me it's how I saw the earth rotating
When I was a little boy getting bullied

How can heck can you be on the fence about our government taking the guns we meant for our defense against corrupted men, it's funny when
You follow

Yeah, yeah, honey gang
Yeah, shot the shoot, used to be good as them hoes
Now he the one that'll shoot, shit'll get ugly
Yeah, trust me, hang a nigga

of shiny Stacey Adams
I'm gon' pull myself up by my wingtips and look good doing it
I'm the double talking, double consciousness of Du Bois
and the glorious,

me time
Cause you can't have good without the bad
Cause you can't be happy without sad
Cause you can't be needed without being
Hated by other people