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me ain't no in between
Repping Work hard get money to the death of me 
Only real on the right and the left to me 
Don't look at my back what they

morning look sometimes she barely sleep at night
Cause as a kid she was taught to stay on her grind
You don't work you don't survive
She just do it all

through the wreckage
Of works thought eternal
By each other's side we will pass the ruin
Of these things thought unchangeable

The forest burns

I spit a sixteen I put a smile on your faces
But that is by the way, life is filled with many shortcuts
I follow any way so far my glory no dey cut

in your sleep so you can die
Level with the Earth
If there really is a set of gates at death than you'll have put in work
Like Hercules, Smirking like

to pop (op)
P-PB u niggas is jelly a lot
Envy they think they deserving your spot
Without the work you a question to god
Most of des deaths is because

I swept the test pad of dirt
I made the formula work
I forged the knife
That ended her life
And I knew how much it would hurt
I laid the sleepers

heard the cough I tired
I tried but I'm not gonna make it
Cause nothing really works guess I'm forever jaded now
You started masking the memories by

I heard what you said.
I know what you meant,
But I've got to try.

The time that we spend,
On this planet we live,
By actions we all are defined.

It's 4am again and I can't sleep
You always seem to know what's best for me
And that works out fine by me
Who really needs any agency
In fact
This

A total and thorough smearing of the line
Betwixt spirituality and biology
That feared by cowards who likewise fear death
It pangs because devotion

Lock me up, I'm dangerous
I've hurt myself bound to cut ties
I went too far, I can't go back
I'm shoulder deep in all my lies
I did the work, no

slipping
My wife and baby mama still tripping
Used to work inside the airport I ain't going back to dishes

All my life all man I knew I had to get it
Tried

his eye
Frank Little was his name and this his story
To the town of Butte, Montana where they work down in the mines
Trading waking hours for blood

their own death
Aren't we gods breath?
What's the robots plan
To replace the human brand
And strip us of our land
And make us work for them?
Emotional

more than lust
Things work in mysterious ways as if they have a mind of their own
Everybody's alone at times and depending on the situation that could be

You're breaking my heart
Making me cautious bout everything
Why did you do it
And make me go through it
Was there by your side
When I know you could do it

the home they sell you
Lick your lips, does it taste like glycerol?
We work ourselves to death then they make us pay for the funeral
There's no fight left in

up eight
Blisters and battle-scars, staying up late
Doing the work, yeah, I'm putting in the rounds
All by choice, momentum compounds
The only thing I

The slow death is kind to him
cruel to me
my father will never know he tried to murder his seed
i guess thats a plus of watching memory recede
im not

work this shit out like a gymnast
And lately I ain't been on spendin
More on tryna get my family straight
They need to know I love em
But Inglewood

and the feeling of forever

(I still remember you)

Do you remember the first of september?
Birds in the sky  shot down by the winter
Suicide flight, I could feel

Chorus
You are the every, everything in my life!
The answer to everything I need in my life!
You are the only one that I’d miss in my life!

I'm not questioning you
I want to be stronger and see this thing through
And when that day comes and our work is done
Together I know we'll beam up"