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This is the monologue, music by dialogue, we keep it analog, ya’ll watching write a blog  
We give you content coz we got the sauce
We win

leave you thorny crowned
Crucify, getting shitted by your own
The universe, everywhere I roam is my home
To some, I suppose, uranium explode
Leaving kids

Love (You said you gonna stop being sad or what)
I thought you had my back this time 
(About Time)

Now I'm happy to be let down
Thought it was about

skull so we be calling it dome fuckin
Smoking bomb herb fuck what you done heard
I got C,millyon by my side Dre with that niqqa name young Surge
 Since

she is with
Didn't Sam Brown tell you
You better stop 'cause this is causing me hell yeah

It would make more sense
To be with him, not me
It would make

Cheah ugh
Check it
Yeah aye ugh
Cheah
Alls I do is smoke weed
Make beats
And play games
It's such a shame
People say a throw my life away
But it's ok

know what to do

Please don't hit my phone
Until I'm Ready
Her ex mad I got her out that
Jam and now he Jelly
I like how she got that ass on her
And it's

bettin’ on him ending up dead
So the last time I saw him this is what I said:

On this here tough path the time goes fast
It’ll kick your ass, and your luck

Yeah ok huh
Blinded by the strobe light man my vision blurry
Mind is kinky
Blood in a hurry
Plus i just saw a nigga that's flexing with a ponytail

Hitmen

Sporty Thievz

Street Cinema [Bonus Track Clean]

1998

skipped in a Towncar brown car 
Vinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?" 
"Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand. 
Lemme shake

no queen 
Brown boy, padded up, chasing green 
It’s a cold world so that heater in my jeans 
They won’t kill me in my hoodie, we gone boogie, seen
I

what I'm trying and aiming to find
Chilling by a lake, and yeah, I'm aching to find something to complain about
But you're making its prime, yeah
I know

aggressive, here we go again
Stop playing the race card, here we go again
Well guess what? This black boy's fed up
I'm done abiding by your rules the game is

next look
Not a baby I'm standing tall as a grown man
Mental power that's bigger stronger than Conan
Days of building I went about it like Romans
In

vale madre what you say, I'm always unaffected
Like holding bulletproof umbrellas when it's raining balas
I mean if all of you want me to let you bother

What's it like to be black
To know that when you leave, you might never come back
To know that in the streets you're more prone to attack
Doesn't

dollars in my pocket
I, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"
I'm so

with low mileage
I'm in all states, they like "what's in your wallet"
Sweetheart I'm in good hands, don't worry about it
They just pay the Fee, I go make

like fries shit I like fries too
What you like the waffles or the curlys or the tubes
It don't really matter what you like is what we choose
You caught

There was to be some sort of break in and I was complaining 
but I couldn't quite formulate what it was 
I was complaining about something about not being

beats to me like therapy, I'm really talkin' to myself
Coach mad at the game, meanwhile I'm tryin' to slap the ref
Show them niggas what it is, top five,

Your soft brown eyes shimmer in the moonlight
Marchin' to the beat of your own heart
She looks at me and grabs my hand
Babe, what's goin' on, I don't

aggressive, here we go again
Stop playing the race card, here we go again
Well guess what? This black boy's fed up
I'm done abiding by your rules the game is

don't know what that be
Bitch you on game now
No Playstation they all sold out
You gon' learn the game
But I win it by miles
Jocks used to bully
Why they