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know I'm getting rich without selling my soul
I ain't fuckin with no rubber but I got my cash raw
I'm a villain you know I don't abide by the law
That

MayDay the revolution's callin' you to pick up your pen and write
We can't hold our tongue when power concedes nothin' without a fight

But when we link

Riding the wave to go all in
Coz We on a mission
Represent the missing, the brothers, the love ones that are falling
I got no love for you darling
No I got

wasn't me
​May ain't never three months from March
​I know she playing me
​Without cover I'm never going in
​But here I am asking for a junior me
​She said

our power
And the way i am living my life
Am living it without caution
If you wish me bad
My brother na your portion
Emi omo ologo
Omo ologo
Ninu tele

haunted by your shadow
The past
And the new
I'll remember true
My brother I hold on to you

It's too much of everything
Too little of a good thing

a book by its cover
Mines missin to make a doob yah hand me another
I'll read you the contents but Im illeterate
Open it up heres my stash lets smoke a bit

love they just don't know it now
Aye FREE my brother WHEAT when you come home we EAT
I answer collect calls and keep his cash app green
When Yo back

Walk by my place
You'll question
That's allot of smoke
But where the flames
Contained in this man
Here I stand
Healing generational trauma
Was never my

to picture a world without all that chaos, but we'd all be cavemen fighting till that ain't us.
Gunshots from drive bys, burn marks from crack pipes, and kids

6ft under
Writhing around in pain
Slumped up against a dumpster
You should be a fisher of men
But your boats without a rutter
Please Lord, forgive us

your boy blessed up
What you know about struggle, sometimes I feel like the boy in the bubble
Trapped in my mental, fresh out the huddle
Tried to blast

Last last
Who be the king ?
Who really Bad pass?
Hashtag
Nor go Dey feel
say you be gangster
Master
If you Dey sing
Or you be dancer
Oga Marshall

mapping out this mission
Wit the hands of my brother listen 
Music ain't a gimmick but a story with a vision 
That usually well crafted by the hands

a 

Talk to my brother to freely walk without luggage light a
Cigar to discomfort and just admit that i suffered took down my 
Walls and discovered had

I slang off white no Virgils
I want them millions
I want to make a life for my children
You see cause I do right by my children
I hold my glock for my

The devil is skilled in the tricks of profit
I make it no concern i'm only driven by the process
Expression in my cockpit y'all can call me shaman

southeast of Meridian

She loved her brother I remember back when 
He was fixin' up a 49' Indian
Said little sister gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon

Where do you hide from the echoing silence, from loneliness between four choking walls
What would we do without our fellow fuck ups who proudly

em proud
Inches I turned into miles
Blickies hid in granny house
Every time I stop in the town
Believe me
You can't get caught slippin outta of these

down
And never let me go, I ain't never need nobody like I need you now
I walk around with my head down, cause ain't no face around
I did my dirt all by

power
What's that mean to you
Stuck in the dark
I'll help ya dog
Remember way back when
My mind was clouded by the fog

Young King, Young King
Do ya thing

my shoes
Even if they were your last pair
So how in the flying fuck is it fair that my brother
Younger than me barely by a year
Appears to be freer

the signs
If you thought that I would fail, I’ll hold up 3 fingers so you can read between the lines
This was meant to be, trust me, I’m doin this by design