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One, two, three, four
Illuminated my those blue lights electric signs
Losing followers by the minute she's gonna post tonight
(Hey!)
Surrounded by

the seven-figure cream

Yo, I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems is where all my niggas be
The ghetto misery, shootouts

I swear this feels like ninety-eight, no pretty gates,
Or green grass with the large estates
Back when I was young and hungry for that heavy weight

tires
We're causing commotion
Retailing emotions
Empty room
Voices from all four sides
Caught in two
Struggling to make my mind
I know you
Are likely

stick to script
Border shuffle step by step never slip
If you cut me I cut you territorial and shit
But there's no place in line
For a young man with so

all that I ask

Don't make me rob yo a**
Give me loyalty you get a pass

When I came into the
Rap game swear it was a warmup

Glock 19 put it to
His

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Intro: .....Please please... save me...

Verse:
Touch ma soul and you feel no pulse
See I'm a superhero but

'm attracted by your love
I ask for your birthday
You say November 4th
I be minding my business
Y'all checking every move
I can't walk outside
Without y'all

sera
He brought start girl and yours, why you hatin'
He got talent, he ain't silent, he creating
I love y'all my people, swear to God
We live by the code

a playa should
I might just slide thru Wynwood
Hope the weathers all good
Road under my wheels
Swear It give me chills
Maaan I'm fa reaaal
I love the road

wanna see me dead by now
You know them devils all around me
Got to keep my head high
And I can't be doing no tripping
Got to keep my shoes tied
Momma your

(U Need Tint 4 Dis Shit)
(Sometimes I zone out)
(I swear I think some of the craziest shit man)
It's like, the instrumental is my canvas
And my

mind
I swear I’ve been here before
The devil’s inside our social psyche
There’s nowhere to hide
It all started going wrong when 1913 decreed what was

God damn fuckin stupid piece of shit
I stubbed my fuckin toe, swear to god I think I broke it
Fuck! I did it again
It hurt so bad I cried in front

God handling all things above me
Both of us know its cap, but when I fuck her she be saying she love me
I be deeper than that thought so ion think

We Are Free Men

Bright Eyes

There Is No Beginning to the Story

2002

doctor's going to fix

They pat your back bruised with their accolades
And all four walls are a trophy case
But that doesn't make it any less of a cage

mother bad nah gi har reason fi bawl
That's why is all if a likkle four five
Inside a di car, in a di door side
Anything a run in a get di whole ah it
We

Mama

Bonfire

Feels Like Comin' Home

2000

home,by a street phone yard
All she's got it on memories
And has letter on his hands.

It said
Mama don't care, Mama don't you cry
I'm still you

can't lack and that's no cap, yeah
He a dub and I can tell by the way he stack
I won't run from none that gun smoke, that's all fact
How the hell ya

You niggas be takin that shit well lil bitch you gone die by that caption, you swear you be crackin, I say that you jackin,
Lil boys you a bitch I

One, two, three, four
We can ride into the uncanny marriage
And draw a carriage for you
Rollercoaster the old Motorola
And dance when we're old like

'm lonely and she owe me
Cashin favors ain't below me
Nah
In the name of all cash, gaup, cheese, and rigatoni
I swear these niggas is phonies
With the gang

bones
Scars on my face god I feel like capone
I promie ill make it did this on my own
Back when I was down never needed a loan
I swear ima do it all by my

a break
Been losing so much charm I swear to god I'm dead

And I've been waiting all this time for something great
I can't stop thinking how much longer