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It's so mother fucking soulful man
It's so mother fucking soulful man
To CMB
On and on
Am I my brother's keeper?
Yes, I am
Am I my brother's keeper?

wanna see me go big
They prayin on my downfall
They just wanna see down, yeah
Goin all the way up
I won't let my feet touch the ground
Cause I'm grinding

place
Cause how I get fucked up by stupid shit up in the worst way
You the fuel to the flame
You the coal to the fire
I'm tryna make a change that's my

I'm a thief and Imma get it right
Got a hunned milli by the night
And I just dont quit
Told a dealer gotta fit it tight
Yeah the diamonds finna cost

Gave you everything I had
Every single part of me
Made me think this was gonna last
But then you left me here to bleed
Knew I had to find a way

different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
They gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us
I'm so elusive, so my niggas be goin' through it

Can’t do relationships, my hands are tied when hell is frozen
I change to self destruct inside, in silence way too often
I’m happy to be here though,

Become who I am, who I was is dead
Become who I am, who I was is dead
29 nigga, writing way over 29
If I chilled on the block long, I doubt I'd make it

the wind, if I'm crying in the night
Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?
Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am?
I

the wind, if I'm crying in the night
Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?
Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am?
I

people gonna judge you for the way your mind thinks
But you know what I think
Forget what they think 
Yo
Failure not an option when you got a son watchen

It's been a long time since we used to talk
A lot of long nights, staring at the clock
Not a day goes by
That I don't ask myself why
Why did I end

But I promise you my God see
And I promise you my God frees
You don't gotta be shackled by things of this world your a child of the one true king

I am

the way that it tastes
Like that sweet empty bottle
Bottle of cheap Moscato
 
The last thing that I remember 
Is stumbling in the front door
You took me by

lay there and die
You wouldn't even notice
I like to be by myself
But wish that you would listen
I'm looking searching for help
But See I never open
Up

Lucid nightmare
No I don't care
Stick in a dream
Still fully aware
Three am in the mirror
Me or them
An I plan to prepare
Can't lose
I wont fight

got some shit on his chest (he do)
Pray he don't flex, I'ma send em home (I am)
I got big pistols and weed by the pig, I got hitters, one call, I can

here
By my side, my side, by my side
The way you look at me
It could be mad lust, mad lust
Well here I am
Oh, coming back, coming back, coming back

The sky grows dark again
A pit full of sins and lies
Why do I try?
Breaking in your house shawty
I can't figure out what's wrong
Days go by and pain

Found what I needed all along
Found a way to fall in line
But I don't know if I have time this time

Am I the builder
Or am I the building
Am I under

the way home

I need your love
And your amazing grace
For I am just a sinner
Seeking your face

Then I was a young man
I heard the devil say
Money, fame

Grey goose gin and juice and a couple of blunts
Getting smashed off the jack I'm a do what I want
By the way I do it I'm a be confused for a month

exaggeration
You see
I was battling depression, on a trip to Houston, Texas that mess turned into aggression
To my bro's I'm sorry y'all know that's not who I am

Dust

Cross Movement

Heaven's Mentality

1998

[The Phanatik]
Who am I? Just a bag of dust puttin' trust in the Most High
Why boast? I know that I'm nothin'
Huffin' and puffin' someone else's