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restored, these hoes can’t tell me nothin
Back on my bullshit, stating
Feeling myself again, I live by loving :)
Living my best life, rest by sunset
Test my

a shorty, had to ride with my nina by
And I used to be bummy but now bitch Im golden 2500 to see me now

Like YB, I'm smoking on dro
'Cause I need it
10,000

D.N.A.N
Written By: Kayzha Akimonè
I'm not checking my phone 10,000 times a day
I'm lookin stupid got bitches laughing up in my face
You out doing

Freaky Tales [Beats]

Too Short

Greatest Mixes, Vol. 29

1997

These are the tales, the freaky tales
The tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales, the freaky tales

hotter than the sun, I damn near broke the thermostat
When I popped those fake bars, I turned into a maniac
These people who hate on me, gon' see this,

protect it
Wish I could thank you for the lessons I'm left with
Sometimes I call your phone to hear your voice when
I'm desperate
These are the scars that

On the last episode Knoxx killed it
We onto the next
Countdown to the new year
We chasing nothing but success
Counting these checks yes
This is it,

turnin' up in your city
Big ol' bag on me like Rotun B-A-N-K-K-R-O-Tun
Jumped off the porch like a kid And I got the streets talkin' shit

Pop this shit up

time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind

Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days

Verse 1
I can’t go against the grain
I put my name on the line
I need 10,000 blue faces
Only thing on my mind
Opportunity been knocking
I aint gon

darker days more than some brighter days
Can't even pray, feel like God would just laugh in my face
Demons jumping me like every day 'til I light mary j,

rhymes illegal, get my Head cut off like its medieval
And all these people are way too feeble
To handle it, I hand it to 'em and they can't even hold it

10,000 kisses folded into a piece of paper and drawn across my lower eyelid 
To give me the paper cut of the century

Forever lost in a forest that

Everyone wants to be a teacher
But few are good disciples
I receive advice in tear drops
Yet, hand it out in water buckets
Staying in touch with

American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers

find a lot of these
Hi, my name's Avery Yerlan, I came out the womb
Holding an Audio Technica microphone
To this day, doctors in the hospital
Still

at heart,
I know these traits are what set me apart,
From most of ya’ll I hit it out the park,
G. Stanton in the Trop,
That’s a baseball reference,
Did you

Pit of Snakes

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

you
From the mentality of foolishness
Yo, yo

Become awake and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes

discouraged by these dry bones
My biggest fear is losing her
Don't wanna die alone
Gotta breathe
Gotta remind myself
He's still with me so that means I'm never

What if I'm not meant to be an artist
What if my music don't sell man
I'm through this
Hope I don't lose my way through this journey man
These are our

greatness
No wonder nobody ever makes it and by association you can 
Play on  the big stages, this is out outrageous even the radio stations are dictated...

hear the commotion y'all making a lot of that noise
I listen and get disappointed
False kings
These false kings
They gonna hate you anyway
So live your

cunts are stressed no fun or sex and always be attackin me
For stackin sacks of weed and jackin half these bitches chastity 
Catastrophes natrually

nights
It's plain to see - you need some therapy

Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better
Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her
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