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to anything
You never realized
How you effect my life
I'm left crying at night
asking why I
Don't just take my life
If it would make
Theirs just so much better

Chain Smoking

Coalesce

Give Them Rope

1997

grey stop it, there's
Too much. No cut and dry truth to be had. Black and
White's long been nonexistent, so I part my way. Kill
That fucker, there's

don't get why people just hustle in ways that too much pain
Pretending to be so friendly they even approach you & ask you for skyf
Can't even walk with

I know for me one of the things that has changed my
My thinking on time very much was the electronic music
The Electronic music
I was born a monster

Trap, jumpin' whole, gang in this bitch, bet not talk too much watch what you say
In this bitch
Boy, we got that ammunition for them K's in this

heaven
So shut your fuckin' mouth up
Nowadays all they do is talkin'
Parrots all these fuckers gotta copy 
Yeah you got money, but look at how you got it

blacks,
Like we’re running a try,
Or a field goal,
Too much finesse,
Luís Figo,

Haze to the chest with the pre-roll,
I keep it tight like kegels,

Worked

with me
But
You hate how much you love me
And you hate it how it's true
I never did and never will
Exist to please your mood
Logic don't exist within

How come you can't say what it is?
I always gotta wait for another minute
I know you have work in the morning, baby
Know it really hurts when you're

Looking past the open gate, twisted face, the heated afternoon
How did I make it home by morning? Every bruise is proof existing
Brand new day, I’ve

a friend of mine would ask first
Your legalistic self would quit on me and that hurts
You say that you stand for the kingdom, think you got it backwards
Pull

like some serpents
I'ma run it up, I get my digits, that's for certain
I get money with no problems, I stack my dollars
Chillin' with my homie Sosa finna

past you
You deserve the world and your happiness is past due
Ain't no other girl, let me show you how the mans do
She talking forever, girl, it's

Wild 'N Tha West

Defari

Wild 'n tha West [Clean]

2001

love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe
I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much
I think I put there like Mcnabb with a nice touch
I

Hail Mary full blast in the whip dog
Two different cloths, I see rip offs
If they throwing shots, get picked off
You ain't got Rodgers on your shit

try me, brodie
This is my life and I live it how I live it
Don’t you bring that hate around me cause it’s bad for your spirit
Keep shit to myself, fuck

a poncho
Like pronto
If you give me the word I'm there
But you playing games like you play with your hair
After so much of it why should I care?
If money is

LIKE A FOUNTAIN 

GRABBED HER HEELS AND CLOTHES AND MADE FOR THE DOOR,
I THINK SHE'S CUTTING THROUGH THE BACK, I'M TOO SHOCKED TO REACT
BY THE TIME I

sad.

You know Him,
You saw Him.
You’ve left Him
And gone to crowd.
Wake up now,
Don’t ask “How?”
Divine game
Is All around.

Everyone thinks so much

to the church
Look at yourself
Look at your neighbor
Both in poverty but still
Praying for a savior
An how often does shit
Ever go as planned
With the world in my

you by the book
Yeah you real straight

Let me guess she with you
Because you easy

Boring, kinda dull but making money
Pouring all you spend into your

a full thief
Aesthetically speaking by all means
Your troubles are dollars the rubble is dirt that I left when I blew up the whole the scene (safe safe)

killin' kids, you ain’t care until that kid is yours
White folk talk about it, nothing changes, like revolvin' doors
Maybe fuck a law, written way back by

the wrong idea 
I miss playin' Black Ops 
Josh remember in the summer 
How we all shot hoops 
Your ego was a weakness that 
Almost cost you a game of horse