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at the ghetto from out the window pane
His brother died, and this young nigga can't even feel no pain
Is he gon' ride, or is he gon' live in the hood with all

Can't make her cry, so I gotta lie
Gotta deny the existence of a double life
And I'm gonna take her in the two double oh five
Arizona nights cause

to you
You light up my life
I don't want to uber alone
I could hang 'round with them hoes, you already know it
Is this your first time in a dress out where

Have you ever felt pain
Ever felt the memories trembling in your brain
Have you ever felt guilt
Ever felt someone else crush the trust that you built

cant make a dent 
Yeah yeah
Trynna go from a townhouse to a 
House the size of town
Room is spinnin too much drinkin
Polished but you plastic
Heart

am stronger than the pain a life in remains
Is anything I imagine it you watch and you wait
I wonder how he makes you smile or the reasons you're there

loud engine outside today
I ain’t called her in some days, knowing that her mind would race
Track me down, saying we should kick it when she back in town

the shit I don't go to kickbacks
It's a kickback on that yopper
But life's different now when I get around certain people I got to speak proper
What the fuck

Mic Like a Memory

Cunninlynguists

Will Rap for Food

to live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
That suggests livin' in poverty was really meant for me
Paternal tendencies towards chemical

to the man in the long black coat

One, two...
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
People don't live

to live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
That suggests livin' in poverty was really meant for me
Paternal tendencies towards chemical

making no sound
Catch you under pressure and we'll lay your ass down
We'll shoot a ni**a then skip out of town
You pussy in real life, all the rap shit

Paulaner, Bass, and Harp/
Honey Brown was in town Kirin Ichiban, Sapporo
Polar buckler from holland/
Every commission was in mafioso my friend/
All around

are snoring
She wasn't a basic but pressured her poorly
I got thrown in the lost and eventually found
Not by her but myself oh wow
I lost all my friends

mama cry in 3rd grade, brought a pistol to class
Movin on my own don't move wit da mass
Almost lost my life but the bullet didn't, break through glass

little time for recruitments
In the cottage tryna find us some loot
To live in these shoes I could give em the boot
I could get sick for green like Balloon

Who got it for the really good deal
And I mean the really good chill
Life get ugly with Ms. Celie good will
The color purple what a nigga probably

lowkey, I prefer life in stealth
Hmm, anything else? (Oh yeah!)
Not only do I talk shit I talk numbers
Money talks and it says I'm in for a rocking summer

I just go off in the booth, tryna live my truth
Never forgot my dad face, when he said, "I'm proud of you"
Now we on the road (oh, yeah), in

Why y'all instead of me
Life got me feeling guilty 
I jus pop another pill
I jus roll another wood
Til my mind sits still 
Watch the time fly by 
Doa

the have not's lives we admire
Rags to rags lot that never climb higher
We're on a ladder of life
The ladder of success
The ladder of fucking over
Other

Nothing to Give

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

towns, no hounds to hunt them down
Keep your sight low and get your life stole by some goons
Swindlers injure you, a criminal's heart's miniature
Men in

I got a deck full of aces I wish a pussy nigga would try to pull
my card
I just got off of my flight and I'm back in town
I just went bought me

spit it
Married to game I'm so committed
A-Dogs on, Bean town fitted
This is my life I'm damn sure gonna live it
Every line that you write I been spit it