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pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

own
I'm 5'10
She 5'10
Sitting on 8
You know what it is when I bring it home babe

First off that's all me
My lady She can't even walk by me
I put

In one out the other your ears need excision
If you aint using them they're useless (useless)
Like battling HMz he ruthless (ruthless)
Head over that

think of
Nah,
Run that back.
Grab your bible, I might go psycho, I got a lightbulb
Above my head that gets brighter after each line that I wrote
Pick your

'Men's traits' "
To the human race that menstruates, I wonder how you keep men straight
If I was really crazy I would hear the voices in my head
Even

free 22 free 8th of boof If you cop any more than just a buck but most these youngins broke I shake my head when they approach
Bitches love my money they

how we play it here
That's just our issue
These hoes ain't worth none
All they do is beg

Line niggas up and sell head on the web
Plus, my city too

Letting my self go
Aft-er
Things i shouldn’t even hold onto anymore
Like career in music or career in any non fluid aspect
I’m passing by peoples lives

The build up is over. It's time for exposure
I gave you your time, now give me my piece
I promise you I did this without any ease
I wonder if I

Like oh shit
I'm feeling hopeless
I've got a roof over my head but I've been feeling homeless
When only you feel like home
Oh you're so warm (Yuh)
Yeah I

some type of way like I’m angry wit myself
I feel some type of way why I ain’t happy wit my wealth
I feel some type of way n I ain’t get here by my self

not your average bitch
I was taught a different way it was a bag came first
Keep your feelings out the way
Call me head coach by the way I make a play

bitches everyday
stay lit and keep your mind on riches
we mobbin, no time for the hoe games we chasin dreams
playin games just a waste of my energy
its mob,

know if niggas with it niggas killers
Niggas rats I don't know if niggas really lit that shit
Up in they raps I don't know cause I just mind my business

pastor
Shit, God Bless
Champagne showers for my niggas in them towers
Heard he wanted war now his body growing flowers
Grind gotta salary you working by

wondering if she's gone to my head
We didn't make up, but she was not sleeping. She was sweeping
She kept on sweeping. She wouldn't stop sweeping. I couldn't

pretty don't you ,forget it girl
Bring that ass over here you know I'm with it girl

Yea, we still party when the club close
Popping shots to the head no

, Vasudev headed towards Gokul.
Vasudev was followed by Aadhisesha,
the snake that Vishnu reclined-on in Vaikund.
He spread his spoot over the child

this anthem over
Breaks that Ant brung
You caught a bad one and bought you a handgun
Moved to Montana, now you rockin' a man bun
And I ain't even tryin'

real ones around me
I hope you haters understand
You haters understand
You aint tryna stop a man
But a motherfuckin army
Gotta have it on me
By my cover

not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go

store
Sold my soul, achieved all my goals 
And I'm surrounded by propofol 
Sycophants, security, my agent and rat hoes 
Telling me my shits lit when my

keeping score
Sorry for my language Ma, yeah, cursed over your head
So I smooth in, with a smooth beat
And a cool hummer, with the hammer on me
This cooler

to make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root/
Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul/
cus man can't live by them belly alone/
I'm hard