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for the impact, keep your mind in tact
Cause you might spill your stack, if you deny the fact, of the inevitable
If your whole mind is crushed to mush

nothing to rob me a liquor store
Syrup, I'm drinking it by the four
The devil be all up in my soul, bitch

South Park said I'm 'bout to lose my mind
South

three
And you ain't leavin this club without me
cause I'll be - your breakfast in the mornin
See the sun rise while you're nake and you're moanin

face
It'll all be fine by the end of the day 

I don't really mind; all the fakes gone fake
Don't really give a fuck 'bout what you gone say
Mind going

A long way away there's a place I wouldn't stay if I were you,
It's the dark caves,
By careful what you find or you'll quickly lose your mind it's

aside

You were born, baby just for me
Call me up, and stay from one 'til three
(yeah, one 'til three)
Whisper to me just what you need
Nobody knows your

One A.M. and your image is filling my mind
Your hair your nails your collar bone and your eyes
And your smile
And your voice and your waist and your

shooting stardom...jealous...tell where is you at. I ain't riding foreign right now...taking it easy on the safe box. You'll burn holes in your stacks faster

Prada and your Louis V
Stepping up to me finna get the third degree
Now i'm winning back to back like i'm Man City
Tryna figure out who's got my back

like sky and young c 
Times three 
Kicking shit like chun li 
Game of death thats bruce lee 
Y'all some ass two cheeks 
Made a stack in two weeks 
Roll

fame 
By spitting lyrical flames yeah
You see I always plot
I will not stop till a phantom gets copped
Scratch that, I'm tryna stack my money to the moon

Refusing to grow
Abusing your dough
Lose ya ego

I'm done with them simple minds
Can't run from them sinful crimes
No funds needed for single knives
Want

I couldn't have
All I need is mine
I don't give a fuck what I couldn't have

I don't need your minds, I don't need your souls
I don't need your dimes,

walking up to me
I wonder what’s on your mind
Trying to find all the signs

Hm we could be more than just two lost souls passing by
But I can’t even say

It's Over

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

of the Earth
A hundred and ninty six million
Now a hundred and forty thousand miles are occupied
By people causin' housin'
Over this the mind was just

We're talking each other
As we were on Google
No need to be correct
Remembering's an option

Let's dance bones

We're speaking a nonsense
By means

special
By then I'll have like three times that and my own bezel
Money comes
And money goes
Speak it fast
And have a show
Come my way
And I'll hold you

thought
Consumed by nervousness
It’s a quarter after three
And there’s no one here but me
Wake up, just please wake up
I can’t hear your breath anymore
No,

thought I would be dead 
Until I flipped the script
And made them eat the words that they said 
Young and I'm living A degree to my name 
So I hold my head

you regardless
Keep my mind on the money can't never let up
Ain't gon stop till I get me a milli
Get the racks and we stack to the ceiling
Only eat if

phone that you have can scan your face

Jet - Shh wait hold right there please
         I hear something ringing by me

TOOKEY! - There's nothing ringing

need is some weed and a back rub
Can you do something 444 me while I stack up
Can you do it 444 me, play your role just like I'm an actor
I'ma keep it

to
Marveling
Loosing all my marbles
When
Tryna be your marvel man
Picturesque You beautiful
My degree I use it boo
You the type of girl
I see up On a movie

copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by