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man I'm blessed by the Most Higher The ones closest to you can do you dirty like laundry Chances of that happening ain't as slim as the lottery Molded
none No more drive by and no more gun down Nah make ya moda bal ‘cause har one son done Nah make granny cry because di house bun down Call di government
been thinking why me I have no idea what you mean They're vampires we're not We live they meet their maker dead Bullet holes not band-aids like Taylor
Looking up to ether by nas cause you can hate me yo I could give 2 fucks i'm tryna live my life positive Tryna feed you knowledge But your energy is garbage
songs... and never mimic this Games filled with puppets and pawns Theres animals and humans... humans obey and live how they're told to live While us
let that sway your first impression You never know, we might have us a connection I know your homegirl was fuckin' on my best friend You probably think
you bitch ass niggas & caught that curve that multiple Give me my credit My coins it's non-negotiable Nigga I like to fight I'll pick up a pipe and bust
dealin with this bitches freaky as shit This gurls they be hustling non stop Niggas grindin just to drive that german car Eerrbody wana live the good life
Comin to you live from the seventh chakra as it is in Heaven so shall it be on Earth behold the Sun of Man I see you shinin baby Shine we gone
didn't have brothers But called me nephew Pen a paper on his lap Sunglasses and an old cap Face full of wrinkles The dude looked like a map But every story
where I can be with whatever The type of money where we can get a crib together The type of money where we can have a kid together Stay by side til
your mouth on me I'm just tryna live in peace Do I really feel bad if they keep poking at the beast Almost like they want the smoke, almost like they
blurred My life's a mess, I kinda like it Blinded by the light, j'pourrais pas mieux d'mander, man Axl Rose is the god of rap Les fuckboys mangent un
jiggas live with no fear Working on my spirit so im barely on my phone Under the sheets is the only time I hear her moan I pay attention like I pay
Dreams getting lost in the world I live in Don't you know we will shine Cause what's a promise if It ain't worth giving? Whoa, whoa Yeah, my
Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty. Smokin reefa popin pills was my
drink, live in fear like Ichabod Crane I be sick of y'all, fuck 'em all, they do the same thing, not me Not me, muthafucka, top three, I cannot be
who put their ambitions on the line Along with their lives My jiggas do look alive And all em jiggas going through something Anxieties Depression
really cares We don't gotta jump straight to labels we can just have fun I'm shooting my shot like a cocked back shotgun If thinking of you was a crime By
ya with ya skull bone shattered. The heads that you see me roll ain't no rappers, Gun clappers who live like nuttin don't matter.
on spewing nothing Claiming I owe you something I'm taking over, moving closer And you're gonna love it Like creeps live and away from love Going to sting
There's no way we can survive Living like this Our lives have regressed The world in distress Asking everyone To pay for your mistakes No one likes you No
To bring myself delights My inner might gotta greater sight I was scared to share I know life isn't fair And why I chose to live by the golden rule Taking
as a gift 'Cause only death'll show you how to live Right? Although I only felt the sorrow I should give Life, thorough like Big's I'm barring like hitchhike
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