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Been in jail before
So it really ain't a thing

And you ain't gotta worry
Know I'm comfy on da wing

Slim nigga like jim
So I always keep my ting

You

love in the streets
Blood spills and as it leaks
You looking down and see it’s your own
As you look up
There’s standing your own
Now, look in the eyes

gave a fuck Marshall Mathers mood
And niggas just tryna stack M’s
Most of they chances just looking real Slim
Losing themselves, just trying to fit in

can’t creep how I creep 
He got caught on a lack and splleegeed 
Wipe the black blade down with bleach 
If it wernt by me it was T or B 
And I do road

still got his favor
Still got his favor
Still got his favor
That's the flavor
Still got his favor
Angles by my side cause in him I abide
I don't gotta

mama go like pikin to carry
Mr. dressed to kill, James Bond in a suit 
Your flow is just too sick, see as people plenty for LUTH 
Baba calm down, what

ain't fucking know about where I have been
I've been in the valley and I have seen the mountains
I've been crashing, I've been falling
Now im Back on top

Air Pocket

Roger Powell

Air Pocket/M. Frog

2012

way, the only way
 The future in balance on a high wire
 'Cross a valley of stars
 Makes you dizzy so don't look down
 Just keep on walking towards

Confessions

The Lady of Rage

Necessary Roughness

1997

listen"
Yay, though I walk through the valleys of death
I open my eyes, they droppin' like flies, my last breath
Might get snatched, taken, broke down

alive
I told myself that ima make it rich by 2025

No matter what it is gotta lead by example
Break the problem down I guarantee you gonna find the answer

just an old hand-me-down Ford
With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me

run the lobby, speak to nobody
San Gabriel Valley, I might crash your party, like

Yeah, you made it, you've been anxious
But you made it,

down
Hermes'd out
Damn, ya'll just missed out

Devil horns to all my haters
Dirty weed up in your papers
Get your food spit on by waiters
Ask your girl

slim and they ass mad swole (That's right)
That's my sexy lil' Cuban ting, call her "Castro" (Wooh)
Should've invested in Rose, you would've seen your

got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television

"Jayco"
Did he go and take his sea-valley flight home?
"The rake" is overrated anyways these days
Trust me, I'm so disappointed but it's too late
As for me,

against the odds
Y'all can't see me nah
Rolling out the fog
Chilling in the valley
Chilling off the blogs
Chilling with my dogs
Snooping down the alley

every curve, every valley, and every turn 
Explored you and found the worth like a gem embedded in dirt 
 
‘Cause I just wanna know, I just wanna know

college transcript
I got my worst marks in sociology classes
Where lessons were predicated on outdated research
Conducted mainly by caucasians
Regarding

“Uhh yeah”

Children, lesson hour is in
Listen up 

Bitch is cold in these streets 
I can not breath 
Get off my neck 
For the anthem I knee 
You can

me

So now she gon follow me
Dropping apologies
Got my shit down in my pysch
Like she's Socrates


I'm a ghost I'm a reaper
Lurking underneath your

neck ligaments and punctured ears
We put it down with the flow too when you roll through
With us up in your deck it bump like its supposed, to
Yeah, you

tryna move a grand,
Me and Katie on stage straight movin' hands, head bop or you can dance,
San Fernando Valley in my swisher sweet,
And that's that

I wake up early with the sun in my eyes
Dancing through the struggle, got my prize in sight
Step by step, I move to the rhythm of grace
Cause