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what you call it
But I'm only getting started
I was born and raised by a king and a queen
Papa immigrated all the way overseas
Mama said never let em'

benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will

the zone
Whilst the exams were cancelled I began to cry
How will I'll be graded when there's time to fly by
It turns out to be the teachers that will do

Letters to my mom, tell her not to worry
Because I've been away a lot but I need this shit for me
Need to get these things done, I'm kind of in a hurry

know me I will never ever Give in to defeat
(Never)
Getting better by the letter & she Get wet seeing me
Any weather Mayweather Undefeated I don't cheat

Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet

rapture
Hawkers follow suit by calling customers faster
As for me
Yes, I'm writing a chapter
Of poetry lurking around the city of fractures
The bus stops

never ever feel 
With me any kind of fear

Just stay with me 
Let me be the one 
Ill make u feel 
So much safe and warm 

Making our life better 
Wanna be

live my life, yeah
You let them tell it I turned into a bad guy, yeah
And all dese rap niggas before me I pass by, yeah
My hood show love everytime I

and I just need this one more time

Your words are stuck in my head
But your letters still unread
What kind of man am I?
States away, no chance for

Keepin the Most High close by

Keep my hope in I and I
This is my pleasant lot 
Af nachalat shafra alai
I praise the One who counsels me
Sheviti Hashem

the mark i missed?
Didn't know such pain, came from worlds like this

I just figured it be better if i put something together
Every letter, every scrap,
My

Ayy can't finesse a real
Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher
(Produced by YodaYae)
C4, I don't know no better
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy
Ayy,

now I'm filling up
The kind that rot your teeth
Whether It's fact or fiction
Or a form of superstition
Bitch I'm beyond belief
Not the type to be

My Dearest Love, with words I pen
This heartfelt letter, again and again
From the moment our eyes first met
You became a memory I can't forget

I

Pimps

Eightball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard

1993

over the years
so now we have come to set the record straight
niggas don't do this shit right
it takes a special kind of nigga
you know what I'm sayin

find, no better design
I'm so justified, I'm boast of epic kind
Nose to the grind stone, wait, no never mind
I could tell you 'til I'm blue in the face

kind of hot, but they were made for someone else
So by the time it came to drop 'em, I couldn't fucking do it
I promise that I tried, just wasn't happy,

you go lyrical fitness 
But your content it is nonsense should be past tense (why?) 
Cause you a bomb shell sucka 
The kinds I used to hear my moms tell

of everything and write of the time.
She says they should call you mister kind, ‘cause you love ‘em before you leave ‘em behind.
And when the bars close down I

a room surrounded by stacks of letters
In the middle there's a desk clerk
I'm shivering in my sweatshirt
Sweat's filling up my pockets
He stops his pen

hold on
The whole world's gonna pass you by

Oh how why time seems to fly
Oh how why life passed me by

Take me on a holiday put me on an aeroplane
I

don't fuck up cause I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up i'm fucked up
I'm fucked up

Uh, lately I been feeling apologetic
I'm sending you this letter
I hope you

respect up
Instead of trying to get these checks up
I'm NASCAR cause I only go left
The last bar's brought you by Progressive
Flo gonna bundle you up
Cold