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stand to struggle so I hustle to get paid up
Never cared about the opposite I never gave a fuck
I just kept my blessings with my sessions and I blazed up

and shit
Stay to myself on selfish shit
Muddy ass shoes bloody ass shoes
Stand on my business I step on Shit
GMB the gang
You know we sliming thangs
SFG

cool in my shade, caught in the wave, ended up deep in a rave
Tripping tasting coolers feeling rays, finger f****** single mothers that's just how they

like a AR
Feeling like a Smith nigga pull up like I'm JR
Fuck a wave I be chilling by the pool right? (Right)
I'm just trynna hit the 8 ball
Out here

of Manning now I'm headed home

I wish your rays would cut my afternoon
But you're getting low, you'll be setting soon
To be usurped by an autumn moon
Who'll

of Martian and Venusian cultures
That stands androgynous with astrological scales in the structure
And fights for victory in esoteric wars, but bound by

plus
I’m cleaner than a janitor
The molly plus
A xanny plus
Her booty ate her panties up
I knock em down n stand em up
She mad because I stood her up
She

Semper Amare is Latin for Forever Love
Now if you open up your bibles to Romans 8:39
It says nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing
Shall

No need for you to be a dinosaur
No need for you to be a, uh
No need for you to be so sensitive
Just hit up E and T and smoke yourselves some

people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up

I wanna give

my peers were too distracted 
getting ass and cracking beers to perfect the craft all those years. 
Still, they know that I care. I'm showing up there

Yeah
By The Bros
Yeah, uhhh
I Spit it for the Homies, Still Searching
For the ones Still Hurting
I spit it for the Ones of the Few
In the Field, Head

like death-rays strafing y'all punks
Find yourself wrapped-up in duct tape in a trunk

Not breaking the boogie not faking the funk
Don't mistake me for

Jay and Ray up in this bitch, I beat her doonies down for real
40 Bands On plastic cards but all my nigga made of steel
Make her nut she gotta catch it

I feel like I don't really fit in but I pretend I know x2

I know it's bad I know
It's bad I know
It's bad I know x2

You gotta make your way up in

Flowing constantly when I chant Your holy name
When will my voice choke up
And when will the hairs of my body stand on end at the recitation of Your name

O

from a plan
That was built in the back of an SUV
Like Wilt ain't no one stand next to me
Unquestionably the best got the recipe
Up next livin' check

Caught in a sandstorm
Paparazzi still taking pictures they stand strong
By the time I fucking get around ta caring about it
I fell asleep in a chair

reduced to rubble
I wipe away the dirt and dust
Then Grasp myself, try to stand up
I inhale 
Im breathing
I exhale 
Im heaving 
My sadness turned to rage

to stumble
But the castles then reduced to rubble
I wipe away the dirt and dust
Then Grasp myself, try to stand up
I inhale 
Im breathing
I exhale 
Im heaving

here i stand all alone and i'm watching me bleed threw away all my values just to free me through the eyes of a god but still i can't see gave up hope

gunning every stroke blindfolded by topics

I fell asleep by a world that imposed X-rays
Scanning through a vexxed path we’re suppressing
Stroking out our

Yeah
Fuck that, whoa, uh

Fuck that bitch, I changed the plans
Switch my style like I switch hands
Block the witness, take the stand
Fuck out

When I stand up in this booth nigga I'm actually 6'9
I react, you see kids cryin
I'm the monster they shout bout
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