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stimulated by his wits
Business man tom ford suit
I can make the pitch
A southern nigga
Catfish and grits
It's some Dallas rappers touching the mic
Yeah they

troubles, stops me from being humble and it seems
The only thing that's gonna save me is love and it's crazy, above, there's no gate
So I need to find a soul

on the double
Play witcho life you in sum trouble
Protect the green i use my knuckles
Tryna rob me you finna struggle
How many bags bih i gotta couple
Shoot to ya

them free
You'll never here me say
blast for me
And
You'll never here me speak blasphemy
Or
You'll never hear me say
Pass the C
I'm now a man of peace
I

'bout it, they just start refusing it
Then they start losing it
Guess they got a different way of viewing it
They hear my name, they be like "who is it?"

Fuck it, what's the purpose of this
Cursing just to piss off old white parents
"Thank Satan for this", is what they'd say
When I rap about grabbing

to reach God
But he's not picking up his call
Two hands together the middle head is skull
Okay o dape emina deti para nah
Oloun
many freestyle timoth drop

gotta do this shit I gotta do it right
I gotta get mine I want 10 not nine
I want a Benz not a fine
I heard through the grapevine that the man is

Reality sets in how do we prevent this
Getting out of hand bout to lose independence
Strip the declared set God-given rights
A creation of man for

I'm a sinner
And I know you are too
You're religious
A devoted man to women and glory
I am her
A girl painted by the universe in blue
Eyes that speak

conscious crumbled from the trouble I tried to ignore
Got some bags that I dropped in the sand
I done fumbled I pick 'em up, wipe off the rubble and soil

there no more
I still don't understand why niggas who deserve to die is livin'
But the ones who ain't deserve it isn't here no more
And, no, I don't

these blessings the Lord bestowed on me
To make a virtue
I got a lot of problems and a bitch is the last of troubles
First you get money, then the power

yeah then we go hopped in a A6 (Slide)
And my brother be swerving that Jeep, I'm praying to God man I hope he don't crash (Slow down)
Yea, 'cause I know

one
Bank account is too full
I need another one
Your girl is too bold
You gonna come undone
My bed, your bitch
She wants some one-on-one
Hit it once

I'm lost without sweet words from a man 
But I never had trouble knowing just who I am 
Cause I could always stand tall on my own 
But I could never

LOWRIDING LOWRIDING

WESTSIDING WESTSIDING

AS I JUMP ON THE MIC 
I SPIT WHAT YOU LIKE
AS I’M COASTING… 
RIGHT BY THE OCEAN  
THREE WHEELING… 
LOVING

come grab you and get your soul swallowed

I ain't no saint, I ain't no holy man
My past is stained, with sins and contraband
I've seen the dark side,

fucking drift, you gotta buckle up
And bitch I'm sipping tea inside yo hood, so what the fuck is up
And yeah they play my music loud, you hear me

like that
But it was a challenge that she wouldn't let me pass up
Fuck I'm gonna die
I rather Witherreese spoon take my life
But this is too much
We both

me
Hands are all up on me
Back up but she follows me
Man I'm with my homies
Comes up with her flat cheeks
Woah she wanna kiss me
Push me down and roams

homie who is you another naysayer -
But waymakers ain’t fazed get out my way haters -
Brick by brick I’m building upon my legacy -Never chase fame in

into the store to shop and frolic
I grabbed the basket by the handle
He's looking at me like I'm exotic
And I said man I'm just here for my scented

said that we won't cry
But man born of woman his days are short
And they are full of trouble
But my job is to lighten your burden
To help you through