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Locked him in a 6 by 9 but they couldn't trap his spirit
That nigga so strong he make me look weak
Wanted to cry in my cell when it was meat loaf week
That

Gangsta

Lil C

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 17

2016

have that
How many people you cats, plan to kill in your raps
Cause the ice and Maybach, your label rented that
When the video is over, you gotta give

[00:09.81] I know everything that life holds
[00:14.40] Isn’t in my control 
[00:20.27] Yea

[00:22.35] I’m crying inside, from all this pain I feel

the record my verses be cursin
I swear my heart on my sleeve that why to me this music shit's so personal
Half of u mfs here workin,  no kind of purposes
Yall

my leg
so he got a slap to the side of the head 
bare drama
bin? ye? lad? ye? in? osama
money just silences people it never talk up 
you went over

world has been put in a web
All of the greatest are dead
All of these people just poppin' off playlists
And seem to end up in my head
I need whiskey

arugbo gan ti sho geri
Got many things  in my head wonni lo gęri
Shebi eni To jin si koto gangan lomo boshey ri
Grinding on my lane Awon temi Lomo boshey

different
See, I'm not mad
Cause I'm happy that she was the one
That made me a better man
There's this guy, who by surprise
Just shows up when my dawgs was

on my mattress
I explore her body Like an atlas
In bed she call me Ah titan just like Atlas
Just like you said and what's on your head you be cappin
Music

bed 
You wearing my t-shirt and no draws 
Come here girl let me take that off 
I wanna do it old school got the candles lit 
Incense burning, slow music

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take

was he felt threatened
Cause the other kids never got off of his head one thing led to another his intentions fed
So as he, grew more and more hate for

my red rover Told that  
Bitch to come over Locomotive with the drive local motives to get high  
Local homies they just tryna get by, I’m tryna get

dog
Making music 'till we on
With that side by my side
In case y'all just do me wrong
I'm from the Lehigh Valley like Laydeefly
With the Spanish girls,

yeah I'm bout to fly my eagle man
And I don't care what y'all say in these streets
We deep, D-Elite'll Nyquil you to sleep, yeah

[Chorus]

[Royce - over

brain
And you become a puppet who's corrupted by the pain
No way to numb it - You can't run away from this
Torture tactics are now practiced just for fun

That's right, I cut up all my brake lines
That's right, I'm racing 
Through the stop light
Blowing through, past you alright?
It's Breezy coming through

dude lover of music and art
Bringing people together was his super power
Over giants he would tower
Just by being himself
The most incredible alien
In

the world hypnotized
By a dollar sign
Pound of kush and a pizza on
The way from papa johns
They follow my every move
Trying to trace me like a dotted line
But

focused on the way
Things will turn out
Need to focus on the music I churn out
Be my own person, fuck what you heard bout

I feel like Scotty you bout

it’s at,
Doing my thing, I ain’t making any terrorist threats, or worse, mirroring raps,
Just making music to the shit that’s still up here in my head

know they still digging
Diamond in the ruff
Doggy you ain't much
You was hard in the morning
But left soggy by my lunch
Guess the white flow soak you up

to live, then I'm a live, that's how the story goes

Chef Gordan with the sauce
I just want to be a boss
Nappii head in my stereo
DiCaprio
They acting
I'm