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with Yahweh now
With the King now
Looking down still praying
Probably still fasting
Oh mama
Oh mama
Oh mama
Oh mama
I love you mama

it bounce, shorty pop it like a pimple
She in love with how
I beat, baby, ride my instrumental
Know I'm bout mines, let's moonshine, go round one
Two

baby i just chase the bread
Now I'm out here with the team
Politicking blowing green
So much smoke in this bitch
Look like niggas blowing steam
7 deep

to cherish every second we have
Know the time so I let it elapse
Set the trap, never meddle with rats
Smoke a seven, I'm clapped
Natural wine in the glass

Untouchable

Mac Mall

Untouchable

1996

pool at the station
I'm runnin hoes in them tricks
In the ghetto surround
Some suckas never saw a thousand
My cut touchin these streets
And you can hear

So good to see these folks still believe in what they do
Wish I could always say that about myself
Another soundtrack to another year I'm going

what pays put em' on a page
New dime that's loose change 
Stays with the mood swings 
Loud till you mute shame 
she drained say who came
Buy kush by

car speaker
That still played such beautiful tones
I still have such dreams of yesterday
When we would dance to any song that played
On the radio

the magic in December
Seems to bring them back to life
For a moment they're all with me, by my side

I'm pouring everybody a drink
But I'm holding back

we doing enough

Am I doing what's right in your sight? Lord help me
If I fall seven other times, would you help? I need your love, need you now, Lord

control it (Woah woah)
Wanna be by your side in the morning in the noon and the night time (Yeah yeah)
Cuz you're my queen you're my light you're my life

saluting me like a Soulja
Bitch im juvie
Yea my lil nigga with a big gun
Doing drive bys in a old schoolie
That's you hoe
Yea she mine too
I done seen so

forced to share
I feel better with protection but I'm always stripped
Of time and love but not the Son
Psalms in my hands there's a prophecy
Follow

daughter miss her father...

Its a cold as world so im praying for my brothers...

Got no choice but tryna make it still cought up in da struggle...

Missing

Bless Buddha" 
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter 
Baby I'ma spit it to the limit, run into the abyss 
You know its god number 7

Fuck a jury im jawlocked I dont talk to the cops
Big blues in my pockets like forget-me-nots
(Ah, wha) that's big knots
I make music for the love, fuck

and she feel my pain
She say the B stand for Bobby she love to say my name
I'm a real one this ain't fortnight we ain't playing games
If you want it girl

Leather on your skin, beneath bloodshot eyes
My sleeves hide your malar bags, but you still look tired
You been out in the cold now for too long
Come

to preach, but as I speak
You'll see the signs from it
Sometimes I wonder how I'm still alive
Thought by this time I would've fell victim to a homicide
'Cause

to time its fine cuz you did whatever u please
(put the blame on me)
I was on the wave with them niggas now im tryna find a different way out way out 
My

're covered in blue
They laughed at you
You're covered in blue
Dia de Muertos lights in your hair
When the blue
Runs down your cheeks
Could I sit by your side

to remember those times
Being surrounded by fam
And feeling like none of them mine
Real talk
In the streets they use chalk
The one who's still is the chalkboard

nigga really from the mud
I'm tryna take him from the hood
See, I'm tryna take him from the hood
(From the hood)
I'm tryna give my niggas dots
You in my

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Damn, I hit her phone with a text, like, damn
you lookin' good She play her cards right, yeah, she get hood
But I'm stuck