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isn't me
You can't see my visions, how you alter my decisions
How my decisions keep me from makin' millions
Love makes you do foolish things
Sit alone by

thrill by tha grill with Sil
This shit you gotta feel
This shit is fire for real
This shit designer real
This head behind tha wheel

This a Boss Fight
This

been a minute, I been plottin' another way to get some money, that's why we ain't talk alot

Niggas who I love, say they gon' kill me, they mad, I make

The Guidelines

Aceyalone

A Book of Human Language

1998

Let's begin
Asalaam alaikum, people of good will
I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill
to finally reveal the open-end chapter
As real

(feat august) a-a-a-august
Boy-wonder

Now if you recognize real
We'll recognize you
Now what you gonn do when
The storm come through
(when the day

next
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Wake up in the morning
I'm feeling exhausted
Nigga tired of mourning
All of our losses
Our people getting murdered
By

if I knew how,
We go so far, (real far, real far)
You go so far, so far.
And I can tell you want the stars,
Is this it are we done?
Have we run out

lyrical bars while these lames faking
So stop hating I just do it cuz I love it
& keep it real you just do it for the 100's
& I ain't on your level I'm just

real like mic blastin' at shows 

Another glass of Pernod
we listening to Jazzmatazz at her home
the rest of the house sleeping - we blastin' Hydro
your

200 thru Zelle (what)
112 in the mail (oh yeah)
Multiply by 2.5
A1 put a ni**a up for real (that's love)
LA sent a buck a piece
I’m double dutching

to the bands this the life that I chose
Bitch so pretty that I can't tell her no
She like all my songs she's in love with the flow
I like it fast but she like it

don't want your love
Just want these bands tonight
I'm gone for life
Just leave me in the past
I'm fine for real
Don't want this shit to last
Oh well
Slow

The pressures of society
Born into a world that never understands sobriety
Lost people with crushed dreams and falling slaves to the system
They’re the real

had me stuck off the green
Call my lil bitch to go serve all the fiends
In love with this money the crop of the cream
The top of the morning I'm making

acting real girly don't even play for the Rams
I don't celebrate I hustle, hope my B-day understand yeah
Don't get me wrong I hate L's and I love W's
But I

on my own
An mali is me for me to be real I don't have to act road
Cant say the same for you boys

Hands together prayed for the money i dreamed of
Got my

But I'ma change that by myself
Girl, I'm gonna treat you good Wipe your tears, I'm understood,
Wipe your tears, I'm understood
Stay on the low, but I'm

by your house and blow instead of knocking on ya door
I'm chillin with my broad and you already know
And if you wanna reach me hit me on the down-low

wanna know bout your life and all your hard times
When you laughing I just wanna know its real tings
Ain’t too fascinated by the fancy and bling
I think I

love is not on the mend
Maybe our love is just not ment
Maybe I'm not a girl to be tamed

Lately I feel like I am detained
Should propose to set an end

love me as hoes stroke my beam
I kept my talk game on the low key
Now rich and broke niggas know me
Plus weighed up fuck a pay cut
Is why all these hott

on Pink Clouds
She throwin' some ass singin' Mase like it's Whitney
Yeah I stay real throwed get to steppin'
If I'm feelin' too alone I'll make an exit
Left

a long life
Make long money sleep good at night (I do)
I wish you nothing but the best
May you love real deep may you laugh real big
(haa) i pray your

on it
Its a few niggas real, but its too many so phony
They say when you at the top
That shit be feeling so lonely
Bitch I done stepped in the game, like