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to lose, that's true
Say I can't score in the Accord
Well according to who
Shooters shoot, hit the floor and splash
Take a tough shot don't force a pass
You

meet the lord 
(Yeah) And that's my motherfucking word
Let's play ball

Ten seconds left in the half, Vibe up by five
Man, Life is looking real tired out

papa got me 
  
And I just Rolled up in that magitek 
Fantasy that I'm living in I just roll up in that heaven set 
Known by the father and born again h

bodies
In the valley
Going to rooftops
With hoes named Brandy
Sugar I'm done talking 'bout yo daddy
Find me a cabbie
(Man, I uber everywhere)
I ain't with

and deranged my aim is insane
Fire on ya brain Paint a nigga face red Like Kane
Big daddy
Smoking sunset sherbet In the valley
Locs on dickie suite pressed I'm

continue to live like I was
Needing your help to pursue what is right living a righteous life walking by faith in your word
All of these questions plaguing

at fifteen
Fucked up in the head been sippin’ since thirteen
Leavin’ all the pain that had me sad and down
Can’t feel no pain ‘cause I’m smokin’ on a pound

myself, you should comprehend my apprehension
They literally wanna jerk me in a circle and eat me like jerky, a snack, a slim-jim
It's psychological

a better life, ever since he was younger
In a world where crime and death never slumbers
Where hunters and runners both get struck by the thunders

But hank

First she get licked down then I flip her, it’s like I’m rollin’ a blunt
I been on the road doing them shows I ain’t seen you in a month
I vibe with you,

a Chicagoan baby
I'm a Chicagoan baby
Chillin by the bean on the weekend
Wit a shawty knowin
I'm tryina get W G in
Bout as thick as the accent on Tony Montana

Come try your luck. Fuck with a fly guy
Me, K-Dee. Dubs up when I drive by
Slow down lil mama. This ain't about you
Do it for the North, East

I'm a Larry bird hittin these threes
Sittin in my 4 by 4, Castles closed
Use the back door, Sup Alfred, do my chores

Mop the floor with that shit you

Yeah
Bring me back to the days
When I would wake up not knowing my own name
Slim Shady
Invicti
As i look down upon this Earth
I feel eliminated
Angry

show me what's up in the deal
I won't sign the dot

Cause I'm turning 47
To a playground for the arts
Going way down in our hearts
We don't lay down when

is so slim
Fuck a bad bitch in the attic no kid
Talking my shit you can't do what I did
I'm going platinum every life that I live
I was getting head in

slim
I ain't young
But I'm thug by the mug
And I shot up a club, I'm still shooting my shot just because
Captured the flag
Let's call it a Dub
I'm

8 heads, 8 tails
Covered in moss and cypress and cedar

8 valleys, 8 hills
The size its body spans the great lengths of

Its eyes like red lanterns

called him Clyde,
guess me calling him by his name, it musta hurt his pride,
all i heard was ""click"" and thats the last I heard from him in life,
but

I’m trying to get down with you
Promise I’ve got it in my plans to work this shit out with you
Oh no, this is your last chance
Do you wanna be my man

got that talent, uh, uh
Baby, you can sit on my couch, I'ma put you in that casket, uh, uh
Two star pipe job, bitch, I'ma take ya ass to that Valley

Spirits fly by appearing in your eyesight
Voices whispering you gotta keep your mind right
The truth is out there begging for the limelight
Eyes to the sky,

favorite rappers and we gon; see who the hardest,
though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
i fear nothing cuz them mother fuckers in my way

no valley low
That could keep my daddy off my ass if I was trying to act grown
These days that we are living in is a self-destructive path