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made of thrown stones to cope alone that's why the fuck he'd lose control;

Just a child so confused about his adolescence always feeling threatened cuz

I wear my Assassins kit like Ghost
In this Game, no feeling no remorse
Lock and load when we hit that road
Overdosed when they heard about me
I ain’t

scared to pull the trigger
No matter if you rich, you still labeled as a nigga
College days, going back and forth on the bus
It was days, I was feeling

heart
Homie you fake just Take the mask off
Staying up late and I still haven't ate
Forget bout the past huh
Rapstar
Follow your dreams it's never too

instrumental to who I've become
Cold hearted telling you to Stay Warm
Feeling hopeless trying to keep the faith going
Wanna save the world jump in the booth

I smell this White Runtz and Bond No. 9
They say that it cost to be the boss well bitch I paid the fine
Put all of yo feelings in that bitch that was

can't cover the truth
No liquid courage but I'm honest when I step in the booth
I been following a path lit by this little light of mine
How can I make it

living
People do not know the feeling

This booth is a makeshift
So do not expect me to go apeshit
Making my beats and my raps under the sheets
No sheets

basking
I'm hanging up hats, take the racks by the jackets
I'm strapped like I'm rabid, attacking the masters
Afford a quarter-pounder, but you still (just

paid
Any night Everyday 
I shine bright In the shade
Can’t judge a book by a page
If u up in my way
Jus know I’m coming wit rage
My bars like fine wine

For da Love of da Game

DJ Jazzy Jeff

The Magnificent

2002

Yo black it seem like we both feeling the same
Remember when I walked away and you were still in the game
(Uh ha)
That shit was hot I'm still

A baby ain't knowing why his mama crying
When we talked on the phone I almost started crying
I know you feeling alone but we still by your side
And we

uh-huh, Chasing a paper trail, no fuck if It's Cash or Visa, feeling like Mike, I Beat ya nigga, I'm blessed, No Preacher, uh-huh, come hop in The booth

brothers dripping
Splashing like slime
(Dripping like Pippen)
(Dripping like Pippen)
(Dripping dripping)

I'll be fine fine fine
Through the night
I swear

everybody dies
Brother everybody dies
It might be out of sight
It's never out of mind
If I don't make a dime
Then I'm still like I don't mind
I t-t-take my

Inhale feeling fine
A feign for finer things
Rings designer jeans
More vagina please
I… think about birds and bees
Way more than these other peeps, still

and disappointed by old mistakes.
Brother, I wish you'd lost
Feeling that you've been cursed
In this Universe
Why you were so blind
To see the light
Shining so

em hate go head, its fine. My only enemy is time!

I came up, I made it
Dont how to put it 
This feelings amazing
Thats one to say it
It seems all

Burn

Lil Wayne

Dedication 4

2012

to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch

Spark by Legin
I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/
And if they don't I just pray that they'll be a start/
What I can't say I place

before when I would see the world through mortal eyes
I won't lie, I still cry
Blue on the regular: Mordecai
Don't deny, no surprise
This game is harsh

Keep a righteous mind and help brothers get the pay up
Get us out YAH save us
Boom bap still my lane bruh
I just figured Id swerve on this side, hit

every time I hit the booth, my nigga needs a rental car
My nigga needs some money now
My nigga needs a brick on loose
My brother's on the road to jail,

top
See I buy Automall after Automall them and I still don't feel no different

And I pop Adderall after Adderall and I still don't feel my feelings
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