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stove for my mouth, I go yem am raww
I no fit cook words, to feed the streets at all
Am dishing out words, like am preaching the words
Now i be like

me 
He got a pack on that corner I'm taking that 
I be relating to Haitian jack 
I could a felon cuz niggas was telling 
I'm back on these streets

optimist, optimist
Know I’m not defined by my accomplishments
And that’s root of all evil
And when you plant among the thorns
They all stood up unequal
Buried

mic again*

V1- I’m just a young boy oh
I be young boy oh 
Omo i enter the street 
Nobody when believe me

So I begin to dey hustle by my self
I’m from

Timeless Noel
And this time we are doing it with Dance Inspector
By the name Jabidii

Odi Dance imeshika mashinani odi
Kilachote kila mtaani odi

Cartier rings that was iced out
A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot
Told me to meet him at the studio 5 O'clock
Try'na get to the studio picked up

feel
from the street by word the message of peace.
justice for my brothers who died,
Power of Black people, come on yes

rockers feel
You can't take the love wey the street got for me
In the ghetto, everything na lean 
But everything bad when you call the police 
Oooohhhooi yo

Mo ti pe e pe e pe e , you dont pick my call
omo my hand don fall
Mr falana
Your thing wey turn my thing ashe na turn by turn
Now I see the reason why

that are with me.

And we creeping in the dark.
Break the silence when I spark.
Streets quiet dogs bark.
Drive by don´t park.
I ain´t shooting I´m just

Milking money out these hoes you could tell by the way that I'm dressing
Bae this my profession, na I just ain't s***
Neither are you but that's something

depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that

what's going on on-uh

Nelly
What's going on 'cross seas
every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got mommas crying out please
My

feel ya shit na
Swear I'm numb to it
But ya beat is kinda fire
So I might bump to it

Don't be mad 
I promise I respect yo shit

But I'd be lyin if I

these niggas sad
Yes bitch I’m crash but I won’t crash
Dick cross her face I’m talking slash
I grew up fast Like I’m with nas
Pockets poke out they poke

walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for

the "bliks" at
Big stats, big numbers in fact
Big bags, fly ladies with sick tats
Big dreams, bigger moves it’s seem
Victory’s close by time to dig deep
Strong

death resurrect
Crown the king I am your king
Born and raised in the street
Ghetto youth I am still your dream
Fuck the fakes I lead your way
Hard work no

but you'll still catch me in the streets 
Cuz I show love and they show it back 
Now baddest flyest bitches wanna throw it back 
But I'm focused

was that
After that, I would take a nap mid class get slapped by the biggest n***a in the class
As I look around everyone would laugh, I was like 5-0

down its way too fast these days look how the culture livin
You can get the fame for doin dumb shit if the culture listen
If they got they money by

Ayyy Everybody gon' see the light, One by one, I ain't stopping for real
Your neighbors don't sleep when you bang your speaking uh They don't sleep

So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it

makin' plays boy
Boy if you don't get up out my face i make you MIA
Trained by the streets then went to rehab they cant change a day
I wake up i eat some