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to maintain or remain complacent
Due to my self invasive habits
Lose 2 by telling faces i’m acting
Work my ass off in every role
“but for what?”
When they ask

inside
You claim that I'm the worst but you can't say I never tried
Till death do us apart, so how the fuck you still alive
I find it crazy cause for you I

you to know (I want you to know)
That through the rain, cloudy skies
And the thunderbolts, it ain't easy
(Oh, you know it ain't easy
Yeah, you know

to correct him
God must want me to go stretch him
No I ain't young and dumb
I'll carefully plan it
They gone tell y'all I was tripping
But I stand by all my

yes!
By your prerogative You're
Healing infirmities, Yes!
It's the work of Your Trinity saving
Us, Yes!
It's Your majesty we happily worship You
Yes! By

Seems like everyone is sad now
So tell me is it bad now?
For putting emotion into raps now?
Does that make me a cash cow?
Riding waves to be liked

you drove me to and from work
A month from checking in, that's how fast your ruin occurred
A month and week after your birthday, the day after Mama's

I like nothin' but money and money
I might steal you with death to W Trout

[MA$E]
Now I'm on the beat x4

Verse Four: MA$E

Yo
All the niggas that

bluffing
Story of the widows, husband's a gambler
Nobody knew that death was the dealer
I got red eyes, trigger finger on my bedside
Better not lie 'cause

My Life

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

screamin "Real boy you needs to chill"
But she don't understand I gots to play my bill
My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour 
We needed more

now I wanna grab my guns and walk in this bitch like whatever
Who tryna rain on my weather? Ill go insane on whoever
Let me just work, I'm doing that I

they hardbody but that pussy be softer then fabric
Catch him lacking i ain't playing this shit go deeper than rapping
If you come by where I stay
We get

alone

I love life, I love death in the same way
Infatuated, infantilized by it
Spacey...
Roll call...
No call back...
No phone dials...
No tarot decks
I

the picture
Maybe I missed the frame
Maybe I'm seconds late, always–
'Cause I work myself to death
Don't believe me? Ask Geoff
And I'm doing alright
But is

on the recluse
Thirsty for that red soup in my web of a brown recluse
I'm working to perfect sound, present my best tune
If death comes soon, I'll be ready, moving

flex
I knew I had that good dick
But I ain't know it was that
Now if you fall in love with me
You Can't be holding me back
Cause Ima love ya ass to death

is running in place that's why I move by myself. Confidence on my face forty five on my belt I'm the greatest alive, Did it all by myself.

It's a thin

hypocrisy
Bad they don’t even face the nemesis
60 years of government
we can’t win poverty
Oh Lord
Nor even virus hunger that kills till date

They rather

Broken Letter 
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

I'm just tryna understand like everyday I wake up I'm scrolling thru my social

Damn, ya'll mothafuckers thought I was done just because the wolf pack turned the backs on me
Ya'll should know better than that
Bitch I'm still

they didn't need
What if you were to see
That Roscoe also works
As an MD
In the hospital
Down the street
So for Ross, it'll
Likely be
Him contracting

waiting got to live right now don't let them fucking take it
Thought you could fuck us over thought we would never see it
Thought you could work us to death

want a one way to heaven
I won’t even shoot you we can get it
Fine by me let’s get it I’m ready
Final battle let’s end this
Brodie you know that you

Back into the work
Swallow that austerity hasn't fucking worked
Gone and let the heresy back into the church
And we're propping up a legacy thats blacker