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(Sunlight)
Hell Raiser Kev, Kevin Jackson
Make it rain flames, Ebaiyay
Lil Saint
Rest In Peace, Max P
(Never see you again)
Sean from out Newsome park
Cliff

momma cry (his momma cry)
Gillie suits up in the field, they tryna play disguised
On your Q's and P's, and you gone have to cut some ties (cut some ties)

to the club and make it rain these bitches thick as fuck

I said the cops just pulled us over I know they sick just cause we L'd up
Three bows in the backseat

word to Mac Miller
I'm trying once a day to not drown by pain killers
R.I.P to the legend, I hope you're taking care
I can see how this blue world is so

my heart
Is Never where you at
Or where it need to be

And I can tell by
How you look
You holding back
That shit be changing me

When you having cloudy

mansions
Someone on the islands, no Hampton better level up
Clico by the cases
Whiskey w/ no chasers
Praises to the maker
Man we made it out the gutter
S/o

The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects
And its object is not victory over Eurasia or Eastasia
But to keep the very structure

cartridge
All we got is games to play
Keepin' ancient secrets locked beneath us lost in P.E
Missin' sex-ed fucking teachers in our T-shirts on the hardwood

particular set of skills" 

Vershockey on these beats bitch
Uh, uh
Yeah

Ah haa

From sellin g's
To pushin p's
To flippin ki's
To playin keys
I’ll never see

where you rarely see
A degree, where they light you up L E D (Boom,Boom,Boom)
By 10 I could R A P, want happiness freedom
Peace, one day we gone have

Lost my brother and my mama she cried. 
When they ride they gone slide to that code they abide. 
Don p wit a straw sipping thoughts of my guy. 
Young

Bruh…

Lil Dicky

Professional Rapper

2015

saying what up, the tape what up
The same mothafucker playing with his steak cut up
I'm great, shut up, the flowing no debate just us
I'm out of shape

of this game
The same cycle, never changing us

Judge by the colour of the skin
All these dangerous races, I can't believe
Even the Garda hates us
The ones

cartridge
All we got is games to play
Keepin' ancient secrets locked beneath us lost in P.E
Missin' sex-ed fucking teachers in our T-shirts on the hardwood

I'll do her the best
But I was just lying

Just trying to see 
If she like the rest
And by what I can see
That shit is a yes
No debate
Told her to pull

ninety-nine, R.I.P to John Madden
At this point they praying that I quit
As if, airplane mode
Check the status
I'm out in Aspen
Doing donuts in a brand new

the hell did I prevail?

He make pain records
Just a rain a stepper
My brothers correlate, we had to storm the same whether
Lotta bitches played us, plus we

the shit we really felt
Like it's like a fantasy, this industry gon' get you killed
Real recognize real, is you with us or you with them
Up my Glock until

talk)
In my new spot leave your shoes by the rug
Niggas dissing these dudes want a buzz
Man I lost all of my screws as a pup
On 4 or 5 blues I was stuck

duke and photoshop him black

They call us millennials, we got excess degrees
Crushed by student loans we don't just want it free
We got a need, we're

said I needed P's they
Tried to send me cunch
It's fucking real that
Them niggas think they're putting on
For you by buying chains
Try and send that gold

was Marvin
Never started, but now a nigga ballin'
When it rains, it pours
But I stay hoodied up
If it ain't one of us, then I don't give a fuck
Member

DJ Hoppa

The sun walks on water everytime it rises
You can count on that
What make the money but will
Never let it divide us you can count on that

foreal, all of this for me?
p-ssy and the harlem weed, all of this for free?
we ball hogging like we balling for the heat
I did it first for passion, man