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and that's on god
Blessed by his presence gotta stay strong
Gotta blow up I don't really care if it takes long
You stay listening to my first song
No such

me how to fight then
You was reason that I wish that I was light skinned
Nobody teaching me bout condoms and such and such
So by the time I started

to make it
I'll never be on the radio station. There is no fan base. Let's face it
Even if I shove it in your face, you wouldn't play this
You might listen

your faces since day one
Writing all of my songs so I can right my wrongs
I scream on top of my lungs
Beginning on day one they never putting me on
I

get the invitation, huh

Lost in the night, and crossed by fright
I shine my light to clear my sight
Overthinking, what is wrong, what is right
A song

momma ain't listening that's inappropriate
They telling me to drop something I'm like in not finished yet
I got too many songs and too many lyrics

I fall make it right when I'm wrong
Nigga this a Landfill of eyes no one can see
Praying for an answer but our angels never speak
Looking in the past

Take me in with open arms
I'm looking for something else cause I got a broken heart
I promise I mean no harm
Cause I usually don't do this but with

hear that shit this evening
y'all niggaz best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I tell ya was this nigga from

Yo
This song goes out
To all the homeless people
And to all the people who look down on the homeless
When they walk by and act like they don't even

by that girl I wouldn’t trust her
Plus she got a face like a burger rustler
Anyway back to the bars mana must a got side tracked by that girl Mana

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

I Thought Forever Never Had An End
And Now I Gotta Let This Song Cry
The Pain Taught Me I Was Still Alive
Fuck You I Love You
I Don’t Wanna Hear Shit

Ayo Joe light the spliff up
Bouta buy some 22s and make the Chevy lift up
Rolling like a big truck
Rolling like a big shot
Boy this shit is hip hop

of time
I live by the week
It don't take long
To get caught up in life
It gets kinda bleak
When you stray off
I'm tryna rake in this cake like I'm Bernie

rapping and shit like
I'm kind of your dad
But if you heard this song
That mean you did some shit to me
That i really ain't wanna do to you like
I mean it's

Hi-Dea's

Classified

Classified

2013

to the music
I had this hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think it's similar to the way that hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad made by African

feel like you don't wanna do it (You don't wanna do it)
Just play this song one time (One time)
And then just do it (Just do it like)

I got some things

window

I'mma pass by your house
And i'mma fucking throw a rock at your car
Every day until you fucking talk to me
On some creeper shit
Yea, yea
Yea

I'm

this song will make you mad at me
But know that this is how it has to be
We're passed the beef
You're my nemesis
Even though sometimes I reminisce
We

like tiller I'm self made
Knew that I would be an artist
By the time that I hit the second grade
Knew that I was dropping out of college
By the time I

Yeah, yeah, yeah
By the way, I was smarter, rappin' a little harder
Most of y'all niggas on the Genius
computer, chippin' my shoulder
Before I was

do like
(Lay you on the bed)
Girl this ain't no secret I'm gonna put them
(Legs up in the air)
Long strokes that'll make you feel al-right
(Don't worry

Leaving

Junior Doctor

Clumsy Words and Bad Pickup Lines

It's time to fly
Oohh
Out of her life
His lonely flight
Took so long
And on that night
He wrote this song
She knew he was leaving
But she didn't