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your soul
Better of alone but I need your soul)

There we go again
The same flow that got niggas back in place
He's the devil that's how they see my name

It's funny I remember these hoes wouldn't touch me
Now there's gold horses in my garage like I raced in Kentucky
New bitch turn around she throw it

next to the beach and tan. To look more like me?
No. Because everybody knows the answer is Greeks 
This is a disaster. I bet the audience knows

just leave me alone
There's no need for you to call my phone never call my phone
You come into my life just to take
I worked for everything I have

and take her life away
She's feeling hopeless and down by side of bed
And then he takes his hand and places it beside her head
He tries to hold her while but

always green.
Still waters He leads me beside,
Stayin' there is a sweet life.
The Good Shepherd rules my life.
I'm givin' Him the thanks for Paradise.
You

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you’re no good
And when things got hard
You started lookin’ for something to blame
Like a big shadow

movement[00:29.49]You know where I've been, and I've dreamed it so lucid[00:32.89]Out with my team I feel like E by the way we do it so ruthless[00:37.02]Y'all actin'

always green.
Still waters He leads me beside,
Stayin' there is a sweet life.
The Good Shepherd rules my life.
I'm givin' Him the thanks for Paradise.
You

chinke
Soch itni giri or mean the
Truth broke to world already now
No place left in the world for hindin' down
Stay home stay safe everybody
Police wale

back, rebuttal every single attack
And I unpack the bags and unfold the clothes
And I try in vain to change house to home
But there's never no rest for

smokes
With the Mandems

Living life fat
That's lavish
For the folks
Who couldn't understand it

Now we out in hali
Land of the Golf no Camry
Hot goth

When you in need but no one hear you yell
It feels like on earth that there is a hell
Or is this heaven I can not tell
Don't wanna grow up and say it

there like they got no home
I go past and I always moan
I never wanna activate that mode
I'm nearly done, reflect on the fact
That your form tutor can

really I get silly like I jigged class
I work in my own time i'm not looking for a pass

The snow flake's got a chip on his shoulder
Hold a bird by the hip

There's only one of me
No I ain't no Tim Hardaway
I produce, and rap, and sing and all that jazz like Cartier
And if these looks could kill, I'd fucking

the lesson I need to learn
At the right time
I am at the perfect place
For the lesson I AGREED to learn
There is no coincidence

When I go within, I find all

like the fourth of july, everybody know when I do my drive-by's
Yeah, it's a scary bloody scene when your face was on the ground smiling with a tee

Body

the past is the past
I'm packing bags and I'm gathering
My shit to get up out of this place
There ain't support so I face the truth and then I parade
My way

slumber
In guilty conscience, they comfort
Send couple shots under covers
There ain't no cop we have love for
This corporate gain that they lust for
Is

Crandall, I am Joberiaph, 50th of his name.”
Doc: “Has anyone seen my son? He took my car today and he was not home by 5 a.m.”
Jerry: “No...no I haven’t.

can't help but snap
You may ask why I rap like this, you may ask why I act like this
I won't slow down for no bullshit, I'll mow you down for some

skin fit/ almost got arrested/ in it/ they’ve been lookin for that person for a minute/ since September 2 yrs ago they been missin/ get back home eats